#i remembered a dream. in which i fully was pregnant and gave birth??????

[dreamofjoys]

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟒 ‒ 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 , 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞

scenario: lilia loves you. he dreams of starting a family with you, fantasizing about your belly that would be swollen with his kids. that dream soon turned into a nightmare when your family wed you to a wealthy man for the sake of politics. things became even more worst for lilia when he heard that you were pregnant. honestly, the war general should have taken you away from everyone at the beginning. now is not too late, right?

tw: cheating (reader cheats on husband), breastfeeding (to the baby but lilia is gonna suck on ur nipples so…), thigh grinding, mentions of pregnancy, reader abandons her baby

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“shhhhhh, mummy is here. drink up, little one.” you cooed to the small bundle in your arms, bringing them close to your chest area as you breastfeed them.

it has only been a week since you gave birth to a baby girl, and the little one never fails to cry every night for milk. your newly wed husband doesn’t care, he only bother to settle the financial affair within the house, leaving all the other household workload to you.

your baby girl latches her lips onto your nipples, feeding herself to her heart's content with your breastmilk. you sighed, cradling her head closer to your chest as you thought about your new future.

your parents had decided to marry off to some wealthy men for the sake of politics. your husband is rich and provides every necessities for the family. however, he does not care about your mental well being. the only reason why the both of you had a child is because he wants other people to think that the both of you are happily in love with each other, which was false.

instead of falling in love with your husband, you had fell for a certain fae from briar valley. you could still remember how his lips would linger on your skin, whispering to your ears about the future he dream of having with you.

when your baby girl was done drinking, you placed her back to her crib, watching her small eyes closing and drifting into slumber. just as you are about to wear your bra again, a figure had appeared behind you, engulfing you into a hug as they lay their head on your back, basking in your scent and warmth.

"li-lilia?"

the fae hm in respond, hands travelling up to grope your breast as your shoulders relaxed, back onto him comfortably. "can we talk somewhere? my baby is asleep." magic gathers in the air, teleporting the both of you to one of the private guest room in the mansion.

before you knew it, you were pinned to the bed as lilia places one of his leg in between yours. his knee was rubbing onto your clothed sex as he stares at you with his deep ruby eyes.

"why?" lilia questioned, a sign of hurt flashes across his eyes. you turned your head away, a sign of guilt that you have been holding in for a long time.

"my parents forced me into this marriage. i don't love him at all, and neither does he. im sorry, lilia. i love you, and i still do. i know you won't forgive me but-" lilia shuts you up with a kiss. his lips melt onto yours, instantly reminding you of how many times the both of you had exchange kisses under the stars, promising to be together forever.

lilia breaks the kiss, lips wet from your saliva. "come with me, y/n." he said. "leave everything behind. come to briar valley, i will protect you. your family and that man won't be able to touch you. let me be your husband, and lets have kids of our own."

he lowers his head to your chest, giving your right nipple a kiss before fully devouring it into his mouth. lilia makes sure to swirl his tongue over your nipples, giving it kitten licks before sucking it like a newborn baby, drinking your leftover breastmilk. his left hand plays with your left nipple, occasionally flicking on it and giving your breast a huge squeeze, making the milk that was stored inside of your left breast to leak out.

lilia smiles when he could hear you moaning. you were subconsciously grinding your clothed sex onto his thigh, hands shooting forward to grip onto lilia's hair to pull him closer.

"lilia, more, please."

"of course, anything for you my dear."

it's quite safe to say that the both of you had a heated night and lilia had made sure to plant a baby inside you before the both of you depart for your humble home.

[blorbocedes]

so i'm not 100% up on the nico lore and i keep seeing posts on my dash about how he nearly ruined his marriage to beat lewis and like, didn't even sleep in the same bed as his wife???? is any of that true? cos most of the stuff i've seen with his wife makes them seem like a really solid couple so... idk what to think

alright hello anon!!! for this one I got help from a fellow nicologist: @colors-of-feeling

the tldr of it is: nope, vivian was always incredibly supportive of nico racing, and when nico undertook the intense routines he did in 2016; she helped making sure he didn't have to focus on anything except racing, and there's even a story of their baby then 1.5 years old crawling into nico's office and instinctively putting her hand over her mouth to shush herself "cause you don't disturb daddy while he's working" 🥺😔 ultimately, nico found what he did in 2016 unsustainable and missing out on his family + kid's developments stages.

blonde4blonde. I just thought they looked incredibly hot here. @colors-of-feeling extended answer below:

and okay so there are articles of him not sleeping in the same bed as vivian (i think it may be from his beyond the grid but im not positive) and like most of that was beacuse he was working with a sleep doctor on jetlag and was waking up at and going to bed at crazy hours.. like running around monaco at 3am to change his body over to a new time zone

and also vivian had all the baby duties for the entire year. nico has said and i explicitly remember that he didnt do a single diaper change because he was just focused on recovery when he was home

BUT in NO WAY did he almost ruin his marraige. nico has said multiple times that vivian was completely on board with their plan for 2016 and that he could not have done it without her love and support and that she was his rock through the entire thing. Like they are (and in 2016 were) a very strong couple and she knew what racing means to him and was willing to help him achieve his dream

more tidbits:::: he also said that she didn't even know about his plan to retire until the saturday before the race and so one could assume that it wasn't like an ultimatum or anything for her either,,, it was just their plan to try and get nico to win and she fully supported that (or so nico has said)

she even got louis vuittons in his turquoise color to wear for his championship win and was there for as many races as she could be (idk if she went to all of them)...

like to this day, the only pictures nico has behind him when hes using his sim racing set is a picture of her and him getting sprayed with champagne after his wdc win and then another similar one in his office.. like she (and the girls) are his entire life

ALSO to correct another narrative i've seen thats connected to this... everyone being like 'why is he commentating for sky if he says he loves his family' when NICO HIMSELF has said that he loves to do it and has 100% complete control over his schedule and which races he goes to and therefore can plan his work around his family rather than the other way around (that's why he's only commentating 5 or so races on location 😔)

vivian was also pregnant and gave birth in 2017, so that beats the "nico gave up sex" theory, also I personally find born again virgin world champion very funny

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

Optimus learns about the human gods in the most inconvenient way possible - Chapter 1 - Agentsquirrel - Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan [Archive of Our Own]

Another one of mine I found while going through ao3

I really do adore all of my pjo and tf crossovers.

Tw mother of monsters - becoming a mother. It's all offscreen, don't at me.

First chapter under the cut!

Optimus dreamed. He faced a pregnant goddess, her face pained. She wore a floor - length linen skirt and a beaded bra top, a sling made out of stained, tattered fabric around one shoulder. She was curled into a rocky outcropping, kicked up stones, and brushed away dirt, revealing that she had prepared the place quickly.

She introduced herself as the goddess Echidna.

"Are you alright?" Optimus asked, concerned on why a woman that far along would be left completely alone.

She gave Optimus a wicked smile. "I am cursed to always be pregnant. I'm not called the mother of monsters for nothing. But this one, this one is different."

She let out a gasp of pain, and golden icor streamed down the rocky outcropping from under her skirt. Optimus darted forward, hovering over her, his face pleading for him to let him help her.

"If you desire to help, offer a new sling for my newest child. I have birthed hundreds of thousands of children on my own. I am an immortal being. Bleeding out is a mere inconvenience." Her eyes fluttered closed, and one final gush of gold blood trickled out of her skirts. Optimus felt for her pulse, and found none.

Optimus felt a new weight in his subspace and pulled out a beautifully embroidered red nursing sling. It was embroidered with cybertronian glyphs, mostly for protection and blessings for a healthy child. It was wrapped around a proportionally sized bottle of liquid that he recognized as nectar from Nico's explanations. Remembering that the liquid could perform miracle healing, he tipped the liquid into the goddess's mouth.

She woke up and, with a final push, reached into her skirt and pulled out a screaming silver sparkling, its plating unusually humanoid and smooth, the seams fitting a bit too smoothly together It's spark shined through their delicate chest plating. The placenta, which looked like a clear bladder of icor, was wrapped around the baby's crotch and legs. Echidna pulled it away. "It's a girl." She cooed, showing Optimus. She wiped the leftover blood, dirt, and viscera off the shiny metal with her skirt. "Now my favorite part." She looped the sling around her shoulders, encouraging her to latch. She rubbed the baby's back, smiling softly. The baby's blue eyes turned gold as she drank.

The baby finished eating, and Echidna fixed her bra. The baby's eyes returned to normal, and she took off the sling and looped it around Optimus's neck, handing the baby with it. She taught Optimus how to hold her, him taking to it quickly. Optimus hummed and rocked the baby, fully enjoying the sleepy baby cuddles.

"This will be yours when you wake up, her name is Quintessa, and her care is your problem now. She will be next to you when you wake up, as a gift from me." She declared. "It's only fair, you helped deliver her, and I have far too many of my own."

The edges of the dream warped, and Optimus woke up to Ratchet taking blood samples from the screaming infant.

Apparently, the Matrix had spat out Quintessa as a fetus out of Optimus's chest, and she had grown silently and quickly to term next to him on his bed.

He had slept through his alarms, and finally Ratchet had broken into his room to find a dry, giant metal 23 week old human fetus growing next to him.

Ratchet panicked and had him moved to the medbay and covered with monitors, relieved to find that the odd creature wasn't connected to the Matrix, though appeared to come from it. Optimus gave Ratchet the stink eye and when back to sleep.

Optimus groaned, Quintessa was still screaming, and he was irritated at waking up in the medbay yet again. "Ratchet, I swear if this is another surprise check up…" He remembered his dream and looked to his side to see Quintessa lying in an open plastic tub on a cart. It was a decent attempt at making a bassinet on very short notice.

Optimus sat up and found the sling in his subspace, along with the now massive bottle of nectar. A tag told him to put a few drops into any food or drink she consumes until she bleeds gold, then give the leftovers to a demigod of his choice. Ratchet was fussing with the ratios to formula feed her, entirely overthinking the stuff, despite his human coworkers reassuring him that it really didn't matter too much. It wouldn't kill her to have a little extra powder or water in her formula, as long as he was in the right ballpark.

"Ratchet, let me help. I am fine, and you are in over your head. She can't eat laying down anyway. Gives you an opportunity to do whatever tests you want on me."

Ratchet handed over the water bladder that he filled with formula. He had Wheeljack 3d print and sterilize some nipple caps while Optimus was sleeping, making it so Quintessa could actually drink from it on her own.

Optimus took the kid and popped the cap into her mouth, propping her up. Being held while eating was more for Quintessa's benefit than his own, and Optimus assumed that she would have similar milestones as a human child.

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Quintessa grew faster than everyone was expecting, growing into a child of about eight in a few months. Her head sprouted a frill on the back of her head that looked like a slicked back, straight bob, sticking close to her skull. She had sculpted ears, a pair of audio fins jutting back like elf ears. Her powers came in too.

She was mostly her mother's child, summoning cups of wine, energon, and nectar, along with plates of ambrosia. She aummoned and wore flowy skirts, but let her chestplates construct a short for her. She was currently laying on the Burns' red couch, eating ambrosia in the form of brownies while drinking energon from an obnoxious gold cup.

Optimus was talking to Percy and Heatwave, trying to offload her onto Heatwave for the week while asking Percy questions on what was human kid stuff versus child of goddesses stuff. Percy was very confused when Optimus asked how much wine was normal for an eight year old to drink.

"Quinn, get over here." Optimus sighed.

Quintessa groaned and stuffed the rest of the brownie into her mouth. "I hate when you use nicknames."

"Percy tells me you shouldn't be drinking wine, period. Can you give me the chalice, please?"

"Fine." She grabbed the giant cup and handed it to Optimus. She then shrunk down to human size, manipulated her body to look more human, and slunk off to sulk.

"Every day, I sort of regret meeting that goddess." Optimus grumbled.

"What goddess?" Heatwave asked.

"Heatwave, I broke the first rule of messing with forces you don't entirely understand. Don't. Help. Anyone. Without. Discussing. Terms. This time, I technically got a better deal, but next time, someone might steal my name."

"What did you do?"

"I helped a goddess of monsters while she was pregnant with her next litter. I wasn't clear that I didn't want anything in exchange, and the next morning I woke up with her in a premature state on my bed, with care instructions in my subspace."

"And we have been cursed ever since." Grumbled Ratchet, finishing up repairs on Boulder. He had cracked his feet running from a landslide.

"I don't know what to do for her. We are kinda busy with our own stuff right now. A goddess is rising from the dead and if she does that we are all doomed, so I would like to get back to that."

"Of course."

Percy bent water from the sink and called Nico. He picked up, and Shadow traveled them both back to the Argo II.

<p>Optimus sighed and watched Quinn play. She wouldn't be human like for very long.</p>

[midnightsconspiracy]

Faith Restored

Faith Restored - @midnightsconspiracy

Summary: When an argument with your husband causes you to walk out, a vendetta against him leads to you being kidnapped. But will Hank find you in time to be reunited with him and your child?

Warnings: Swearing, Violence

Word Count: 2670

Requested: Yes! I got these two requests so decided to combine them into one fic as they were pretty similar, so I hope the people that requested don't mind. :)

"hi!! I’m so happy I found someone that loves hank too. I’ll literally take any fic with him: age gap romance, marriage, having a baby, his enemies taking you and him tearing the city apart to get you back, some combination of all that, I’ll take it all. thank you for your writing!!"

"Hii! I love your fics 💖 could you please write something with hank, like he arguments with his girlfriend about their work, then she’s kidnapped and he gets all worried and asks for forgiveness, if you don’t feel comfortable with that it’s aaaaall goood :) xoxo"

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this fic and I have a few more requests to write so stayed tunes for them. But thank you for your support and keep sending requests in. Also if you've got some free time drop me a message, I'd love to hear from some of you guys!!!

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Love. It was a feeling you had refused to believe in. Everyone around you telling you that the one was out there, and it was only a matter of time, but you were convinced that wasn’t true. At one point previously you had believed in it but that only led to a broken heart and weeks of uncontrollable crying, the man you thought was the one, cheating on you only days before your wedding. So how could it be true if the universe had let you suffer that badly? But as cliché as it sounds, that point of view changed completely as soon as you started your new job as a detective in the intelligence unit. From day one you had fallen head over heels for your boss, that hope of love finally returning. It had taken a long time for you to trust him and enter a fully committed relationship as that fear of heartbreak and the large age gap between you loomed over you both initially. Hank had been the best though, taking his time going step by step to make sure you were comfortable with everything, as well as keeping away the judgement from others the best that he could. He understood that feeling himself, still suffering the loss of Camille’s death, scared that you would leave him, but instead of being non-committal, it drove him to love you more, living each day like it was his last.

Now five years later, your relationship was pure bliss. Long gone were the days of doubts and distrust, instead replaced with only contentment and loyalty. Onlookers still judged the unconventional age difference but you had learned to live with it, coming to the conclusion that you loved Hank regardless and that was all that mattered. Only eight months into the relationship he decided that you really were the one for him, and a world in which he didn’t spend the rest of his life with you was one he couldn’t imagine, and so proposed inside his office, the place that started it all. You married shortly after at the courthouse, with only a small guest list, just wanting to be surrounded by your closest friends and family. The unit all in attendance, some crying, others wishing it were them getting married but collectively all ecstatic at the fact their favourite office romance was finally tying the knot. The next couple of months felt like absolute paradise, like you were in some sort of dream never to wake up again. Never a day went by where you didn’t feel the utmost joy and love in your heart, each day was a new adventure with the man that you could finally call your husband. You were on cloud nine thinking your life couldn’t get any better, until one day two pink lines stared back at you.

When you married Hank you didn’t expect to have any children, with him already having Justin and a grandson. This left you a little disheartened, but you would have married him under any conditions, even if that meant your dream of having kids would never come true. Whilst talking about your future together in the first few months of dating, the topic of kids had come up once or twice, with him stating he would love to have kids with you, but believing he couldn’t have any due to his age. But once you had told him you were pregnant, he was absolutely elated, even crying whilst confessing how much he loved and appreciated you. After a relatively difficult pregnancy with Hank being the most supportive, protective partner there could be, you gave birth to a gorgeous baby boy weighing in at 8 pounds, having his eye colour and your nose, a perfect combination of the both of you. For the first few years of your babies life, you spent your time staying at home looking after him, watching him grow up to look more and more like your husband each day. But finally, after his third birthday, you decided the unit was your calling and you wanted to rejoin your old team.

Things started off relatively normal, reuniting with the unit properly, finally becoming a team again. Adrenaline filled your veins once more, loving the thrill of arresting criminals and going on busts. The words ‘let's roll out’ sent sparks of serotonin throughout your body, loving being back after years of ‘calmness’ from child care. This new feeling caused you to get a little over-excited sometimes but nothing, in your opinion, that could be considered careless. However, if you asked Hank he would completely disagree. The man just wanted you to be safe at all times, not just for him but for your son as well. Things started heating up after a couple of weeks of you working there, him not wanting to address it initially as he knew you were so happy doing what you loved, but he was scared for your safety. He didn’t want a repeat of his last marriage, he adored you so much he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you were to get an injury or die. That was until one night, a bad day at the office caused him to snap, needing you to know how he felt about what you were doing.

Leaning against the counter in the kitchen at your shared home, you heard the door slam, knowing it was Hank, who had stayed behind in his office after a particularly nasty case.

“Hi Babe, did you get everything done that you wanted to?” You chirped, just happy that your husband was finally home.

“Y/N we need to talk,” you turned around to face him, your smile falling at his serious tone.

“Ok?”

“I understand you love being back in the unit but Y/N, we have a son now”

“What are you trying to say?” You replied, your tone turning sour, part of you knew what he was trying to say, but never in your mind did you think he would confront you about it. Why couldn’t he just be happy for you?

“I just think you’re being too reckless in the field,” he remained calm, just trying to get you to understand where he was coming from.

“Reckless? Are you fucking kidding me! I’ve spent three years looking after our kid and you can’t even allow me to have this?” You were furious by this point, you loved your job and had been away from it for a long time. Ok, maybe you were a little under cautious sometimes but not what he was suggesting!

“I'm just looking out for you, I can’t have you dying on me Y/N! You’re my wife for god’s sake I want you to be alive and safe!” He raised his voice, angry you couldn’t see what he was seeing.

“You know what fuck you, Hank!” You pushed past him, grabbing your keys and wallet on the way out, getting into your car to go anywhere but that house.

Driving around the city you were thinking of places to go, your parents, a hotel, another member of the units house? Finally deciding on Jay’s apartment you pulled into his buildings car park, checking your phone before going inside. Staring back at you were five missed calls and thirteen unread messages, all from the same person, the reason why you were outside someone else’s apartment and not your own home. Getting out of your car you walked towards the entrance of the apartment building, mulling over whether you should message Hank back. Deciding against it, you lowered your phone, not even wanting to think about it for the time being. Suddenly someone grabbed you by the waist, yanking you towards them, placing a foreign material over your mouth. You screamed, praying someone would hear your cries as you kicked your legs out and at the perpetrator as they dragged you backwards. More hands reached out to pull you into a car, sobbing you regretted what happened earlier, wishing you would have just stayed home. Finally, as your vision blurred, you hoped the unit would find you before it was too late.

Waking up in a cold room, you tried to pull your arm towards your chest, meeting resistance in the form of metal chains attached above your head. You groggily looked around, using your detective skills to assess the situation you were in, noting nothing in the cold, concrete room except yourself and a metal frame chair placed in front of you. Confused at the situation, you thought about what you had done, was it a person you had arrested? Or someone who had a vendetta against you? That you didn’t know, you couldn’t comprehend anything at the moment, your head pounding not allowing you to think clearly. You remembered being in the apartment complex’s car park after an argument but other than that everything was hazy. Thinking as hard as you could, your thoughts were interrupted as one of the offenders entered the room. He sat at the chair, sharpening his knife, a sadistic smirk played on his face.

“You know why you’re here?” Raking your brain you couldn’t think of anyone you had pissed off enough for them to go to these extremes.

“No,” you replied not wanting to antagonise him in any way.

“Your killer of a husband murdered my boy in broad daylight and no one, NO ONE, ever did anything about it!”

“That wasn’t me, please just let me go, you can talk it out with my husband in the proper ways!” You pleaded, knowing that him showing you his face didn’t bode well for your chances of survival.

“YOU SIGNED UP FOR THIS THE DAY YOU MARRIED THAT MURDERER!” He shouted out, punching you in the stomach, taking his anger out on you anyways possible.

“He’ll find us, and when he does he’ll kill you too,” you spat knowing that you couldn’t make anything worse. In response he threw a series of punches at your face, grabbing his knife holding it to your throat. Smirking he replied,

“You think he really cares about you?”

“WELL, WHERE IS SHE?” Hank was absolutely seething. Shouting at anyone who came to talk to him, both members of his unit and uniformed officers alike. He couldn’t lose her, besides his son, she was his whole life, not even wanting to picture a world where she wasn’t with him. He had to prepare for the worst, he knew that, but he couldn’t do it without a tear coming to his eye. Why her? Why couldn’t they just have taken him instead? He was who they wanted, not her, so why couldn't they just have fucking take him?! The team all sat watching, waiting, knowing it was only a matter of time before he would come out and demand answers, ones they didn’t have at the moment. They owed their boss, cashing in multiple favours with him throughout their time in intelligence, and they knew this was the only thing Voight would ever ask for in return. And Y/N, you had worked with them for years, not just being colleagues but developing a strong friendship that would last years to come, that’s if they could find you in time. Exiting his office, the unit turned to their boss as he spoke.

“I want everyone giving their all to this case, this is my wife we’re talking about, not just some faceless victim, Y/N, your friend, your colleague, and we are going to find her. No matter what it takes, am I clear?” Each detective replied with a ‘yes sarge' and getting to work, investigating every lead that they could. A couple of hours later the team had found the suspects, located pod footage from the time you were kidnapped and worked out a motive, everything seemed like was going well, except for the fact they still didn’t have a location. Another hour passed and still no location, Hank getting more and more agitated by the second, with his anger about to boil over, all with the push of a button, or a certain detective. Being the bearer of bad news, the team pushed Ruzek to play the devils advocate to tell the Sergeant they had come up empty.

“Hey Sarge, we’ve got nothing else, every lead we’ve got is coming up dry”

“NOTHING! YOU’VE GOT NOTHING? SHE COULD BE DEAD FOR ALL WE KNOW AND YOU’RE TELLING ME YOU’VE GOT NOTHING?” Hank boomed scared that his precious wife, who had done nothing to deserve this, could be being tortured or even worse dead.

“Hank, Hank” Olinsky stepped in, pushing his distraught friend back in his office, knowing Adam had done nothing wrong, instead just an outlet for his long term friends anger.

“It's ok, she’s gonna be fine” Alvin reassured him, knowing him exploding with emotions would do nothing to help his missing wife. Finally, an hour later, the team got a breakthrough courtesy of a CI of Dawson's, gearing up and rolling out as quickly as possible much to Hank’s delight.

Raising your head, you spat at the man in front of you, teasing him even more, threatening him to do his worst. He had beat you, cut you, degraded you, trying to get your spirit to break. Although you knew Hank would come to find you, you were starting to crack, the pain overwhelming to the point where you couldn’t cope anymore, a pain you wouldn’t wish on anyone. You were losing faith rapidly, expecting your unit to have already come by now, but where were they? Maybe they didn’t actually care about you? Lowering your head after a series of more beatings, you’d had enough.

“Please stop, please, I’ll do whatever you want, just please stop!” You cried finally giving into the man.

“I want you to pay for what your husband has done to my family, pay with your life,” he pulled a gun from the waistband of his trousers, pointing straight at the middle of your forehead. You had lived your life as much as you could, finding the love of your life, having a son and restoring your faith in the universe, well up until now. Closing your eyes you prepared yourself for the bullet, but when the loud shot came, it wasn’t from a gun but instead the door flying off its hinges.

“DROP THE WEAPON!” Someone shouted, someone that sounded weirdly familiar to your husband.

“DROP IT,” they repeated before you heard a clatter on the ground and a flurry of movement. Suddenly someone grabbed your face, nervously speaking your name. Opening your eyes, you looked up, staring straight into the eyes of your husband, smiling briefly before a cloud of darkness washed over you.

Waking up, the first thing you noticed with the constant beeping of a machine, then the warm feeling of a hand in yours. You slowly opened your eyes, blinking sluggishly adjusting to the harsh light, before focusing on the figure beside you.

“Hank?” You croaked, sounding like death itself but glad you were alive and facing your husband once more.

“Baby! Thank god you’re alive, you got me so worried there,” you smiled, thanking whatever god was out there for a second chance so you could spend the rest of your life with your husband and child.

“I-i missed you, Hank”

“I know Baby, I know I missed you too.”

“I’m sorry for walking out on you, why couldn’t I have just stayed there and listened to you? Talked it out properly”

“No don’t apologise, this was all my fault, you loved what you were doing and I was trying to take that away from you because of my own selfish wants.” You loved the man beside you unconditionally and although you were mad in the moment, this whole situation made you realise that nothing he could do could make you love him any less.

[thisisarcanereverie]

Should’ve Known Chapter 14

A/N:  FINAL TIME SKIP. Also we are reaching the point now where there are only maybe 3 chapters left in this series but res assured I will be doing asks and will be writing small side shots to this series. Because I did leave a bunch of detail to the imagination. Also PLEASE INTERACT IT GIVES ME LIFE. Like seriously hearing active feedback on chapters really helps motivate writers like me to write. 

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Wanda or Steve they are owned by Marvel, I don’t own the gif either.

WARNINGS:Angst, Swearing, loss, dark themes, 18 + from here on out. 

WORDS : 3,113

SUMMARY: Months turn into years and now the twins are six years old. Unexpected visitors arrive and things take an unexpected turn. 

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Sunlight danced through the crack in the sheer curtains in your shared bedroom and glinted off of the ring on your finger. 

Wanda couldn’t help but stare at you, appreciating every detail of your face, the way your nose twitches occasionally, the sound of soft breathing coming from you, and the rise and fall of your chest as you simply existed in this moment. She thanked every star she could that you existed. You changed her life for the better and she dreads to think of what life would have been like without you and the two beautiful children you gave birth to six years ago. 

You kept her grounded, you and the kids made her feel loved like she hadn’t felt since Pietro was taken from her. 

Wanda would be damned if she let anything take her family away from her again. 

Wanda still had her nightmares, the scars left behind from Vision and from Pietro, her parents, and Agatha were still there. But thanks to you those scars became simply that, scars. Scars that were faded but would forever remain there. 

However, as her old fears started to fade, new fears came to light. 

Some nights she dreams that Agatha had been right, that Wanda only brought chaos and death. She dreams that you and the kids died horrifically like everyone else she had ever loved. 

Other nights she dreams that she is the one who killed you. On those nights you spend hours combing your fingers through her hair and rubbing those familiar comforting circles on her back. Bringing her back to where she was now, that you and the kids were still alive. 

Then there were those special nights when her dreams were sweet and full of love. Sometimes she’s reliving a happy memory with her family before the bombing, sometimes she dreams of Vision and sometimes it’s with two boys that she doesn’t recognize but she knows she loves. However, if she’s really lucky, she dreams of you. Wanda dreams of sitting on the porch with you, sipping steaming tea with honey, grey and white in your hair, but your eyes are as youthful and as full of love as ever. Wanda dreams that her hair is peppered in grey and white as well, wrinkles of time written on her face, and that in the end she had never been what Agatha claimed she was. the Scarlet Witch, the Harbinger of Chaos, the Destroyer of the World. She dreams that all of that was just myth and that in the end all Wanda was, was Wanda Maximoff. 

Your wife. 

Wanda feels the corners of her lips curl upward as she remembers proposing to you. She did it at home, she hid it in the popcorn and you nearly choked on the damn thing. After spitting the ring out Wanda had the worst case of butterflies she ever felt. Wanda knew that marriage was an off subject for you and you weren’t quite sure how you felt about it and Wanda respected that greatly. However, she wanted to let you know that if you ever change your mind, Wanda would gladly marry you whenever you wanted, be it fifty years or an hour. So long as she got to be with you in the end. 

Wanda’s patience with you and the respect that she held for you and vice versa. You didn’t know you could fall even more in love with her. 

You and Wanda had been happily married for three years now and it was safe to say this was the happiest either of you had ever been. 

“Staring’s rude babe.” You muttered under your breath as your lashes fluttered before you fully opened your eyes. Taking in a brand new day in the same old world. 

“Stop being so beautiful in the morning then I’ll stop.” 

“Am I not beautiful any other time in the day?” You teased her. 

“No,” Wanda said before starting to litter your face in soft kisses. 

“You’re gorgeous in the afternoon,” Wanda whispered as she kissed your neck, nipping it slightly causing you to giggle. “You’re exquisite in the evening,” Wanda’s lips trails up your throat, her talented hands wandering as she did, “and you’re downright divine at midnight when the moonlight peaks through our curtains and bathes you in this silvery light.” Wanda’s lips are at the corner of your mouth now, your breathing now becoming hitched as Wanda’s lips are so far yet so close to your lips, “It’s at that time of day that I stare at you the longest.” Finally Wanda’s lips place a gentle but loving kiss on your lips. Her lips on yours never failed to make your heart flutter like it was the first time, fireworks and electricity running through you like wildfire. 

Just as you were about to deepen the kiss you heard the door to your shared room slam open, tearing your lips from Wanda’s to see two small figures rush and jump on your and Wanda’s bed. 

“Good Morning Mama and Mommy!” You heard the excited voices of your twins say. You and Wanda scooted aside to make room for the two already rambunctious twins in between you. 

Steve immediately went to cuddle by your side while Scarlet went to Wanda. Even when the twins were infants they had a preferred parent that they naturally drifted to. For Scarlet it had been Wanda and for Steve it was you. 

You looked at Wanda who looked at Scarlet like she was the world, in fairness she looked like that at Steve and you as well. And instead of scaring you, it felt nice. It warmed your heart to know that Wanda felt the same way, that the people in that room right there were your entire world.

Once the twins settled in between you, you and Wanda kissed the tops of their heads to which Steve giggled as you kissed raspberries on his cheeks.

“What’s on the agenda today little ones?” Wanda asked, Wanda often missed out on most of the day due to training with Strange. She’s gotten very proficient over the years at controlling her powers, Wanda’s learned more about herself and what she could do over the past six years and the more she learned the more frightened and amazed she was. 

“We’re going to go pick raspberries to make jam and pies!” Scarlet said excitedly. 

“Don’t forget,” You chimed in, booping your daughter's nose lightly with your index finger, causing her to giggle her bell like laughter, “that’s only after we finished our classwork today.” 

Steve let out a groan while Scarlet seemed to buzz with excitement. Scarlet loved learning, and Steve did too although not as much as his sister.

You had been homeschooling them, for fear of the worst. You knew that they were young and the likeliness of their powers showing themselves when they were really young were slim. However, you knew that their existence alone would cause a tsunami of reporters and agents ready to probe them. You knew there was a chance that their powers may never come, however until you were certain you and Wanda thought it best to homeschool them. 

It wasn’t bad, you took them to the park for them to play with kids their own age. After all, Nat did teach you the best way of hiding was in plain sight and acting naturally. 

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You and the kids had just got done with school work for the day when you grabbed three baskets and headed to the raspberry bushes in the garden. Wanda had cast a spell on the bushes to make them grow raspberries anytime in the year. 

You laughed and watched lovingly as the kids ran around the yard playing tag. You counted your blessings that they got along with each other, maybe all the Sokovian whispers to your belly had done something after all. 

You gathered the three baskets of raspberries and brought them back inside. You washed the raspberries at the sink and occasionally checked outside the kitchen window to make sure that they were alright. 

After cleaning the raspberries you fixed them with a snack of apple slices and celery. You went on the porch to call them in when a vision of red, white and blue caught your eye. 

the Shield. 

It brings you back to Steve, his baby blues and his smiles and Tony’s funeral. 

You had heard what happened in New York with the Flagsmashers all those years ago and you would have gotten involved had you not been heavily pregnant at the time. 

You're brought back to the present when the Star Spangled Man with a Plan (now upgraded with wings) asks your twins where their mom was. 

“Sam...” You say, the tall man turned to you and it was then you see that he wasn’t alone. You don’t know how you could have missed the roaring of the motorcycle in the yard and the other tall man. “Bucky....”

The men walked toward you while the twins ran. 

“Mommy! Mommy! There are people here to see you.” They say at the same time, it wasn’t very often that you had company, much less unexpected company. 

“I see that,” You said evenly, keeping your face straight as the two men in front of you widened their eyes in realization. You tear your eyes away from them and to the two children in front of you and you knelt down to their height. “Why don’t you two go inside and play while Mommy talks to these gentlemen for a second.”

“Do you know who they are?” Lettie asked curiously, her eyes scanning the men. 

“Do we get to meet them?” Steve asked excitedly, looking amazed at Bucky’s metal arm. 

“I’ll let you know that in a second, but for right now go inside and play.” You said firmly, the twins waved goodbye to the men before heading inside. You waited until you heard the door close behind them to walk toward the men in front of you. 

“Boys,” You greeted motioning the porch chairs on the other side, “take a seat.”

Sam and Bucky listened and sat down. 

“Do you want a drink?” You asked, arms crossed. 

“Got anything strong?” Bucky asked. His eyes are not meeting yours. 

“It’s Scotland and I am a mom to twins,” You pointed out, “of course I do.” 

“I’ll take that then.” Bucky said, you looked at Sam who simply shook his head. You went in and grabbed the only bottle of Whiskey and a glass. 

By the time you gave Bucky the whiskey they seemed to have processed what they just saw. Sam looked at you with pity and concern, meanwhile Bucky looked off in the distance, anger radiated off of him in waves. 

“Are they Steve’s?” Sam asked. You simply nodded. 

“I only found out a month or so after the funeral,” You revealed, “I didn’t even know I was going to go through with the pregnancy until the events of Westview happened.” 

“Why didn’t you tell us?” 

“The less people that know the safer they are,” You explained, “I wanted to tell you.”

“But you didn’t” Bucky chimed in, his voice was shaky and his grip on the glass tightened. 

“They’re the children of the former Captain America and Sargent Steel,” You said, “I have to keep the people who know about them tight and few.”

“Who all knows?” Sam asked. 

“Director Fury, Director Rambaue, Pepper, Strange, Wong-”

“Does your husband know?” Bucky interrupted. Sam looked confused before he noticed the subtle wedding ring on your left hand. 

“Holy shit you got married.” Sam said, astonished. 

“Yes I am,” You confirmed feeling slightly awkward since it only took you this long to realize that you never officially came out to them. 

“My wife knows.” You said vaguely, you see both of the men's eyes widen in shock. Sam recovered faster than Bucky who took another drink from his whiskey. 

“Who’s the lucky girl?” Sam asked.

“That would be me.” 

You all turn your heads to your wife, still clad in her Scarlet Witch form. If it wasn’t for the fact that you had company you know your lips would be all over her by now. 

She winks your way and you flush. Wanda didn’t need to read your mind to know exactly what you were thinking. 

“Hold up,” Sam said, “You married her?!” 

“Yup.” You confirmed as her form sat down next to you and grasped your hand. 

“How long has this been a thing?” Bucky spoke for the first time in a while. 

“Why do you need to know?” Wanda asked, her hand firmly holding yours. Bucky held his hands up in surrender before taking one last swig from his glass. 

“The bottom line is, only Wanda and the rest know, and I guess now you two do as well.” You said. There was a long pause of silence, before Sam spoke. 

“I won’t say anything.” Sam said finally, before nudging Bucky out of his staring spell. 

“Boys,” You call out as you see that they’re about to leave. 

“I truly am sorry you had to find out this way, but I was only doing what I thought would keep them safe, and now that you know you’re free to visit them anytime.... It would be good for them to finally meet their fathers old friends.” You said. You see Sam and Bucky nod, you reach out for a handshake only to be pulled into a firm hug by Sam. 

“I understand Sarg, you only did what you thought was best.” Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you returned the hug. Bucky still couldn’t look at you. 

You knew that you had broken his trust and you would work on getting it back. You just hoped that whatever grudges he had against you wouldn’t stop him from forming a bond with the kids. 

After Sam lets you go Bucky surprises you with a hug as well, his beefy arms encasing you firmly. 

“We’ll be visiting again soon.” Bucky promises as he lets you go and shakes goes to shake Wanda’s hand. 

“Wait,” You say as Bucky already is making his way to his motorcycle and Sam prepares for flight. 

“Yeah?” Sam replies. 

“There’s one thing I don’t get,” you said, “what brought you guys here?”

Sam paused for a second before replying. 

“I was just flying overhead, Bucky and I got word that there might’ve been an abandoned HYDRA base here but, turned out to be a faulty tip.” Sam said before saying his final goodbyes as he lifts off into the air and Bucky peels out of the driveway. 

“He was lying.” Wanda says, her eyes giving off a faint red glow. 

“I know.” You say, Sam’s pulse jumped when he spoke about the abandoned HYDRA base. You softly grab her hand and bring it to your lips, planting a small peck to the back of it. 

Wordlessly you walked hand in hand with Wanda through the front doors and continued with the regular evening schedule. 

You and Wanda made dinner as the kids helped set the table and talked about the day. The kids asked questions about who the men were and you and Wanda answered as best as you could without giving them the full truth. Which was surprisingly more difficult. Eventually dinner ended and while Wanda got the kids ready for bed it was your turn for dishes. After dishes were washed and rinsed you let them air dry in the rack and went to tuck in the twins with Wanda. 

Wanda and you kissed their heads goodnight and then proceeded to the couch.

Just as you made your way to the couch you noticed Wanda standing still. 

“Wands, what's wrong?” You asked, reaching out to her. 

“Nothing it’s just,” Wanda started as she played with her hands, “I have a bad feeling, like something is about to happen.”

“Come sit on the couch and talk me through it.” You say as you lead her to the well loved couch. You and Wanda sit and immediately fall into the position you always do, her leaning into you and your arm swung around her shoulders. Wanda had long since transformed out of her Scarlet Witch form but she still looked magical to you. Her fiery locks cascading down her dainty shoulders and just a hint of sparkle on her cheeks remained. You felt Wanda give a deep sigh before speaking. 

“I don’t know what it is, it’s not anything deadly but it fills me with dread just the same.” Wanda said with her green hues giving off a faraway look, “something is about to happen and I don’t know what it is.” 

“Whatever happens,” you say, maneuvering her so that way she faces you, “we’ll face it like we’ve done most things. Together.” You press your forehead to hers and let your eyelids flutter shut and Wanda follows suit. 

“Together.” Wanda whispers back as she finally closes the gap between you in a promise like kiss. 

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“Buck don’t do this,” Sam tried to stop the centurion. Over the course of six years the two men had grown close and eventually Sam had earned the privilege of calling the taller man Buck. 

“He has the right to know.” Bucky responded, icy eyes focused solely on the communicator that their mutual friend gave them for ‘universe level threat emergencies only’ 

“We promised her we wouldn’t tell anyone Buck.” 

“No,” the Brooklyn man gruffed, “you promised her you wouldn’t tell anyone. I didn’t promise shit. So don’t worry your pretty little head about breaking your promises.” 

“First off thank you for finally admitting that I’m pretty,” Sam said before attempting to snatch the communicator and failing. “Second off, we should’ve told her the truth from the start. Instead of leaving puzzle pieces to put together.” 

“She had plenty of puzzle pieces. It's not our fault she didn’t put them together.” Bucky said not looking the man in the eye, “He left her a message on the phone and a message in the personal notebook. It’s not ou-” 

“If you’re going to say not our fault again I’m going to slap you.” Sam interrupted. “You know damn well that (Y/n) was as strong as steel, but Nat and Tony’s deaths wore her down, but HE was the breaking point. HE fucked up man, HE has to live with that and THAT’S NOT our job to help him make up for that.” 

Just when Bucky starts to reconsider, the communicator beeped. 

MESSAGE SENT - - - MESSAGE RECEIVED  - - - MESSAGE INBOX (1) 

- ON MY WAY_CSGR

[hoe-doroki]

something perfect

minors do not interact

warnings: 18+, explicit sex, legitimate breeding

pairing: Shouto x American cisfem!Reader

wc: 3.7k

genre: smut, fluff

summary: After years of questioning if Shouto would ever want children, he’s finally decided that he really does. Overjoyed, the two of you decide to get started.

edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop

Ask him.

You kissed him, the lipstick you’d worn to work that day no longer anything but a memory as you devoured him, letting him stumble you both in the direction of your bedroom.

Tell him.

You kissed him, allowing yourself to fall back on the bed that you both shared, him following you so quickly that it was like you hadn’t laid back at all—bent at the knee, body giving a bounce and a half on the mattress before he was pressing you into it. Rather, it was like you’d simply changed planes. Pressed chest to chest vertically one moment, horizontally the next.

 Check with him.

You kissed him, feeling the thinnest layer of sweat beginning on the right side of his body, just at his hairline. His neck was so long and narrow, swan-like—probably the thing that kept him looking lean and graceful, even as he broadened out in his thirties. And his beautiful face. This beautiful face that you couldn’t stop kissing. You couldn’t stop, but you needed to. Needed to just in case. Just in case he didn’t…Just in case it wasn’t…

“We don’t have to do this.”

Your voice was breathy, escaping bruised lips that were evidence enough that you were already doing this. Shouto pulled away; he must have heard the insistence that had managed to push through your lust. You hadn’t meant for it to sound so severe, but better to be over-dramatic then silent. His chest was heaving but his face blank save for the blown pupils and slack, shining lips.

“Darling, I can’t think about this and do it at the same time. You’re only going to get one or the other.”

You leaned up to take his mouth again, but he pulled just out of reach. You settled for rubbing the hard muscles of his bicep. “I just want to make sure you’re sure.”

You and Shouto had gotten to the point where you’d had to begin scheduling sex years ago, about the time you’d begun your psychology practice in between your work as a sidekick while Shouto had been moving up the pro hero ranks. So on nights like tonight, when sex was basically a given, you usually got right down to business. But, of course, tonight wasn’t like any other night together.

Tonight you were going to try to get pregnant.

Or, at least, you hoped that you were. This had been your plan forever, your dream since you’d been a little girl. For Shouto, it had been one long, anxiety-filled conversation since you both were eighteen.

“I’m still frightened, and that makes it hard to tell,” he started, his face unchanging as you searched his eyes. Even with Shouto’s body blanketing yours, you were cold, starting at your toes and creeping up your body. You’d been looking forward to this for weeks—well, years, really. He had every right to back out now, while he had the chance, but if he did, you’d have to leave. Go for a walk, get some air, get some space. And then have this same old conversation over again. Then, he gave you the smallest smile and your heart lurched. “But I haven’t changed my mind.”

His smile broke as he bent back down to kiss you, not lustfully, but with a gentle rocking of his chin, nudging just slightly as you opened your mouth for him again. Your pulse fluttered and you wrapped your arms around him, smiling into the kiss as his long bangs tickled the bridge of your nose. You’d gotten your IUD taken out a few weeks ago, and, since then, your cycle had seemed normal. You should be ovulating, if the test was to be trusted. Despite the intentionality behind getting your IUD removed, Shouto had still insisted on condoms, as he had for the last ten plus years of your relationship. So this would be your first formal try at getting pregnant. And even though you knew that it wasn’t likely to happen from this attempt alone, it was still momentous.

Long before you’d made it to the bed, Shouto had been removed from his shirt, as had you, leaving you in a pretty lace bra underneath. You hadn’t gone for a full lingerie set, preferring the idea of easier access tonight. Shouto put his hands on both breasts, kneading them as his mouth trailed down to your neck, sucking just at your pulse point. It would leave a mark for sure, but  you’d gotten quite handy with a makeup sponge over the years.

His lips migrated down to your chest, mouthing your covered nipple for a moment before pushing the left cup of your bra down and swirling his tongue. Meanwhile, your hand was moving south too. Your fingers ran down his side, cresting over the taut ridges of his obliques. Being a pro hero had given him some scars over the years, but his skin was still mostly smooth and soft, just having the slightest bit of give as it stretched over toned muscle. You flattened your hand and ran it down his abs, feeling the beginning of his thin happy trail until it disappeared beneath his low-slung sweats.

You palmed his erection, half-formed already, which had to be a good sign. If he didn’t want to do this, he’d never be able to get it up, right?

Shouto dug his teeth lightly into your nipple and his muscles rippled with tension as you applied pressure to his dick, feeling it growing harder in your hand already. Abruptly, Shouto glanced up at you, half a smile on his face.

“What?” you asked.

“If all goes well tonight, then, in a few months, this will be strange.”

You lifted your head up a little to look into Shouto’s teasing eyes better. “What will?”

He bent back down, pushing the right cup of your bra down so that both breasts were spilling over top, then latched his mouth around the nipple, giving a light suck. “This.”

You rolled your eyes, grasping a handful of Shouto’s dual-colored hair in your fist as you forced him back up to eye level. “One thing at a time, mister.”

The smirk returned. “Yes, dear.”

You took the opportunity to put a hand on either of his shoulders and force your husband onto his back, effectively landing yourself in his lap. Taking advantage of the position, you ground down on his erection, rocking your hips in a deliciously slow circle over and over as Shouto groaned. Then you rose up, just enough to take your own pants off. You could see your nipples poking over your bra, both bitten dark and shiny. With a flick of your thumb and forefinger behind you, you undid the undergarment’s clasp and let it slide slowly down your arms.

Shouto’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared at you, his eyes starting at your face and roaming the whole of your body. You’d been married for years and yet he still looked at you like he had back in high school.

Then he was on his knees, ripping your bra down your arms and throwing it across the bedroom. Your hands were on his pants just as fast, thanking God for elastic as you shoved them down, boxers and all and wrapped your fist around him, taking only moments to get him up to full mast. Shouto’s mouth met yours with a groan and he squeezed the flesh of your ass tightly in his hands. He ran a hand over the front of your underwear and you felt him smile against your mouth.

“You’re so wet,” he said, and you could feel what he meant. Your panties squished against your core as he began lightly thumbing just over your clit, making you push up against him. It had been a while since you’d gotten so wet so quickly without having to reach for the lube. You felt like you were twenty years old again, a constant slip and slide ready to take your boyfriend’s cock on a moment’s notice.

God, you needed him inside of you.

“Shouto,” you whined, letting him know what you wanted.

“Okay, I’m going to—” Shouto began to pull away from you, then stopped short, eyes wide as he caught himself.

He’d been reaching for your bedside table, where you kept your condoms, amongst other things. In all your years together, you and Shouto had never had sex without a condom. Even though you’d had other forms of birth control for nearly the whole time, he’d always insisted. It had been his paranoia, his constant fear that you’d fall pregnant and he wouldn’t be ready.

You saw his breathing go shallow, his abs tightening as his chest moved up and down quickly. Quicker than it should.

“Shouto?” you said, reaching out for him.

“No, I just—” He was back on you quickly, your eyes still wide open as he kissed you with enough force pressing your whole bodies together in a way he never did when he was fully naked. “I didn’t—”

His hands were all over you as they guided you back to your original position, you on the bed, head cradled by your goose down pillows, him over top of you, worshiping you. They trailed back down to your panties his fingers only just curling under the hem before you lifted your hips, eager to have them off. Shouto didn’t seem to want to leave you, his neck craning before he finally took his mouth off yours in favor of pulling your underwear all the way down your legs. And then you were bare, the both of you, for the first time ever. No barriers, clothing or otherwise.

Shouto let out a shaky breath as he returned to you hands cupping your cheeks as you felt the new contact of his cock pressed against your thigh, so close to where he’d never allowed it to be like this.

“You okay?” you asked, putting one hand over his.

“Mhmm,” he said, but you waited for more as his lips pursed and softened. “I just keep forgetting that this isn’t normal sex.”

“It’s not too late to—”

“No,” Shouto interrupted, shaking his head even as your foreheads were pressed against each others. It sent yours rocking back and forth too, moving in tandem with each other. “It’s just a monumental thing to remember again every few moments.”

“Of course,” you said, rubbing your thumb over the fleshy part of his hand.

He pulled away from you suddenly, but your confusion only lasted as long as it took for him to move down the bed and rest both hands on your legs, spreading them apart. Then his tongue was on your clit and you moaned at the sensation. A moment later, two fingers began to press into your wetness, thrusting in and out a couple times before curling and pressing hard into your g-spot.

“You really are wet,” Shouto said again, chuckling into your clit.

“Shut up and keep going. Shit.”

The last part came out in English as Shouto gave your clit a firm suck. You felt his smile broaden again at your expletive and you responded by pushing his bangs back with both hands and giving a light tug. He loved it when you swore in English during sex, but you weren’t about to let his self-satisfaction stop him from the task at hand. He took it well, laving his tongue over your pussy broadly as he began stroking his fingers across your soaked walls in earnest. You rewarded him by loosening your grip in his hair and scratching his scalp lightly, keeping the actions mindless as you focused on what he was doing to your cunt.

It wasn’t long before the tension in your belly began to coil. You groaned and muttered filthy things as Shouto worked you higher and higher until you began to tighten your grip on his hair again. “Shouto, I’m close. I don’t wanna finish like this.”

He pulled away just long enough to say, “I guess you’ll have to cum twice then.”

“Fuck.”

You groaned as your head flopped to one side, lips bitten to a dark hue as your mind quieted, focusing only on everything he was giving you. Your spine moved of its own accord, rippling as you alternatively tried to get him closer and further away, constantly feeling right on the edge of too much and not enough. He’d moved up to three fingers and was thrusting them unto you unabatedly as his lips closed in a wide circle around your clit, sealing it off as his tongue swiped over it again and again. You didn’t even have a chance to warn him before you were cumming.

“Shouto,” you whined your back arching off the bed as your cunt clenched down on his fingers. Shouto didn’t slow until your pulse stopped pounding, until the sound of anything besides your own moans returned to your ears.

As Shouto pressed himself back up, you could see his mouth was wet with your slick, which he did his best to lick away as he crawled back on top of you. You could taste the saltiness of your release when he leaned down to kiss you. You’d only just cum, but as his cock settled against your inner thigh, precum smearing against your bare skin, you could feel your refactory period ending, your cunt twitching at the thought of him being properly inside you.

“I’d return the favor, love, but,” you said between kisses, “it seems that would be inadvisable for the task at hand.”

“Just as well,” Shouto said as he bent an arm under one of your legs, bringing it around to curl over his hip so the two of you could be slotted center to center. He began thrusting against you, his hot cock catching some of your cum and sliding against your over-sensitive clit. “I need to be inside of you before this comes to an untimely end.”

“Really?” you asked cheekily. “Are we questioning our stamina?”

“Love, if you were feeling yourself fully for the first time, you’d be concerned about cumming like a virgin too.”

Well, you weren’t feeling yourself for the first time, but already your pussy was hungering for the feeling of him. The sensation of his cock, no rubber, no condom, just him dragging against you was making your toes curl.

“Baby, you’re going to have to hold onto that stubborn willpower that I know you have then, because I need you inside me. Now.”

“Now?” Shouto asked and his voice was so level you couldn’t tell if he was being facetious, teasing, or really asking. But you didn’t really give a fuck either way, because the answer was still the same.

You were ready to shout the answer at him, but Shouto seemed to get the message and the next thing you knew, his hand was between your legs and the head of his dick was pressed against your entrance. You leaned up to look at it and, suddenly, you felt like a virgin again too. Except this time, your body welcomed him in, your wetness allowing you almost to suck him in until he bottomed out inside you. Shouto took in a deep breath and said, “Wow.”

“Feels good?” you asked, definitely being facetious, but Shouto didn’t seem to notice.

“Incredible,” he breathed, kissing you. “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

Any trace of humor you’d felt faded away, replaced by something warmer. Your face slacked as it suddenly hit you again, the enormity of what you were doing. You brought a hand up to his cheek and choked out, “I love you too, Shouto.”

He’d already begun rocking gently, deep in your heat, but with your words and kisses exchanged, he began to thrust in full, hips pulling away from you and snapping back in wet smacks as your wet pussy coated his pelvis. This was so much better than the condom; you couldn’t believe you’d spent your first decade of lovemaking hindered by generally redundant latex.

“Mm,” you grunted as Shouto kissed down the side of your neck. Soft neck kisses always felt so tender and loving, especially today, tonight. You wanted to capture this feeling of Shouto inside you fully for the first time, the two of you making love in the most profound way, and his lips brushing against your neck. You couldn’t think of anything better.

You passed short nails over the skin of Shouto’s back, urging his hips closer to yours. It wouldn’t really matter until he released how deep he was in you, but you couldn’t get enough contact. You brought your other leg up around him, heels digging into his ass as you breathed shallowly against his temple.

Shouto seemed to interpret your neediness as a plea for more, and quickly, he upped the tempo of his thrusts, smacking his hips against yours at a steady pace. You were pressed so tightly you could feel his abs clenching against your stomach with every breath and you wanted to run your hands across them, lick the sweat off of them. As his pubic bone rubbed against your clit with every thrust, you could feel yourself clenching more tightly around him.

“Are you close?” you asked.

“Have been the whole time.”

“Good,” you said, and you reached down and began to rub your clit.

You only managed a few passes before Shouto took your hand and replaced it with his own, circling it with his thumb and, suddenly, you were a whole lot closer.

“Uhn, fuck,” you cried, as Shouto’s hips pounded even faster into you. “That’s it, love. I’m so close. I’m—”

The words died in your mouth as your body shuddered, clenching hard around Shouto’s cock. His lips hovered over yours, both of you breathing into each other.

“My love,” Shouto said, just as you were beginning to come down. “Y/N.”

“I love you, Shouto,” you said, and Shouto’s eyes clenched shut. You weren’t sure if he was fighting to hold back his orgasm or if he was holding back fighting it off.

“No regrets,” Shouto said, brushing his thumb under your eye. You felt moisture and realized a tear had escaped—you had no idea when.

You smiled to show what kind of tear it was and said, “Not with you. Never with you.”

And then there was a great exhale. You could feel Shouto’s lower abs loosening as he pushed himself all the way into you, the head of his cock pressing right against your cervix as you felt an unfamiliar heat. He kept thrusting, moving only a millimeter at a time as your legs kept him flush to you, your pussy sucking him in. And then it was over. Shouto’s hips came to a halt, but he stayed inside of you.

There was no condom to worry about coming loose, so he stayed, you hoped for as long as possible.

You knew it wasn’t likely, but there was every possibility you’d just created something perfect. Something half of both of you, and everything you’d ever wanted. You’d never be the same.

“I want to hold you,” Shouto said, his voice thick and slow as he carefully formed each syllable.

Your heart could have broken out of your chest, cracked through each of your ribs at those words. You nodded and held him close as Shouto wordlessly rolled you over, you now on top and his arms able to wrap all the way across your back. It was hard to take a deep breath as your chests were pressed together, but you didn’t care. Who needed air when your husband had just given you everything you’d ever wanted?

Neither of you spoke for the longest time. Shouto’s hands moved up and down your back and you caressed his hair, resting your head against his shoulder. Eventually, the two of you separated where you were joined most intimately, but everywhere else there was skin on skin, holding each other as tightly as possible.

You didn’t know how long it had been, but after a while you felt the most curious tickle in your nether regions. It only took a second to place what it was and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Shouto, I have to get up,” you said. “Your cum is leaking out of me.”

You looked up at him in time to see his naturally down-turned lips pull a little tighter into a confused frown. “Isn’t that not supposed to happen?”

“Well, of course it’s going to happen to some of it,” you said. “Most of it, really.”

“But not yet. Naturally, it should stay inside if we want the best chances.”

Before you could fight him more on the matter, Shouto was shifting you off of his chest and back onto the bed, facing up. Then he pushed himself up, and you, as always, took the chance to admire your husband’s perfect form. His chest was pink where you’d been lying on it and, from the glimpse you’d gotten of his back, there were a few little cat scratches making his way down either side of his spine. The next thing you knew, he was standing on the bed and taking both of your legs in his hand, resting your feet against his thigh so that they faced the ceiling. You laughed.

“Trying to earn gravity’s favor, Shouto?”

“Just for a little while,” he said calmly. Then he took one of your feet in his hand and began messaging it, instantly turning your laughter into groans much reminiscent of the ones he’d just been pulling from you. “Is this okay?”

“More than,” you said.

You were trying to keep your hopes low, really you were. You were sure that you and Shouto would have sex more times over the course of this cycle, so it would be impossible to tell if tonight was the night you conceived even if, against all odds, you did turn up pregnant after the first test. But regardless of any of the ifs and maybes of this situation, there was one thing that you were sure of as you looked at Shouto’s serious face, kneading out the pains you didn’t even know you had in your foot. Whenever and however you had a baby, there was no one you’d rather have by your side as a partner.

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The More the Merrier (Colby Brock Imagine)

Summary: After a magical xplr trip with their daughter, a pregnant reader and Colby are in for a surprise at the hospital.

Written: 2020

Word Count: 3,590

Warnings: Fluff, pregnancy, swearing, NICU

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“You promise this isn’t some haunted location. This is just a forest, right? No demons or spirits involved.” I ask as I help Bea out of the car.

“Babe, I’ve told you a hundred times. This is just a normal explore trip. No ghost, ghouls, or goblins. I promise. I did a lot of research.” Colby explains as he grabs our backpacks out of the trunk.

“Okay, I’m just checking. I love our family the way it is and it would be a real bummer if we had to take home a possessed 6-year-old instead of our little angel. Or you know, this next little popping out of me like an alien.” I gently rub my hand over my ever-growing belly. The fact that Colby even managed to get me out here at seven months pregnant is a miracle.

It would have been Sam, Colby, Kat, and I on this trip but Kat is 9 months pregnant and on bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy. Up until last week, Kat and I have been doing everything together. Joint announcements, gender reveals, baby showers, etc. When we both found out we were having boys, we had to take a break because we just know that we’re about to give birth to mini versions of Sam and Colby. Truly a nightmare.

“Bea, hold one of our hands please,” I call after the energetic 6-year-old. I let go of her hand to put her backpack on her and put mine on and she began darting further into the forest with her creepy stuffed doll that Jake gave her when she was born.

“Here, take this, I got her.” Colby hands me the blogging camera and runs after Bea. He scoops her up and waits for me to catch up to them.

“Honestly, at this rate, I’m having the baby in the middle of the forest,” I say after waddling over to Colby and Bea.

“Please don’t joke like that. I know we packed stuff in case of an emergency, but I’m not mentally prepared for that. So keep that sucker in there until he is fully cooked please.” Colby says kissing my forehead before handing Bea to me and taking the camera back.

We walk for a bit while Bea holds my hands. Every once in awhile she’ll let go of my hand to pick up something she found on the ground and put it in her backpack. Last time I checked she had about 5 rocks and a couple of twigs. The whole time Colby was vlogging the two of us. If it was for our family channel or his channel, I couldn’t tell you. Most of the time when the three of us going on little outings like this and he’s filming it’s for our channel, but he’ll sometimes include footage on his channel every once in a while.

“Mommy, daddy, look a lizard!” Beatrice yells before running forward towards a tree.

“Bea! Try not to hurt him, okay? We’re in his house.” Colby calls out after the energetic mini version of ourselves.

“Okay, so two things: 1. I really have to pee and I don’t think there is a restroom here. 2. I need a break; my back and ankles are killing me and I’m starving. Maybe coming out here this late into the pregnancy was a bad idea. I don’t remember my stomach being this big or being this tired when I was 8 months pregnant with Bea.” I stretch my back a little bit to try to elevate some of the pain.

Being this far along, I haven’t been able to get much done. I began to appreciate that my full-time job rarely requires me to leave the house. I can just sit at home and make videos while sitting in the same spot. Colby’s been great about staying home more and doing sit down videos. The further I got into my pregnancy, the less time he spent out of the house filming for long periods.

“Mommy, look how fast I can climb this rock. I can be just like daddy!” Beatrice shouts before climbing up a medium rock formation.

Colby runs after her, in case she falls. Her little legs move faster than Colby can keep up with. Looking at him now, you wouldn’t believe that he was running from cops and potential murderers nearly every day. After I got pregnant with Bea, Colby starting doing messy risky videos. Just our luck, Beatrice seems to be making up for him by doing risky things like jump on the kitchen counters. ”I’m just exploring like daddy,” she would explain when I would catch her dangling on the opposite side of the stair rails. She looks so much like him. If it wasn’t for the fact that she had my hair, you would think that Colby created and gave birth to her all on his own. For my sake, I hope our little boy is more like me. I don’t think I can handle 3 Colbys on my own. I love him, but sometimes it’s like being a single mother with two children.

We reach the little picnic area that Colby has been talking about all week. The first thing that my eyes land on in the bathroom. I immediately make a beeline to the bathroom, leaving Colby to wrangle Bea on his own. The bathroom, like the picnic area, is cleaner than I imagined it would be. Even if it wasn’t, I couldn’t afford to be picky, this baby is headbutting my bladder like a little goat. He is definitely going to be like Colby, I can promise you that.

“What the fuck?” I whisper to myself. I know that I needed to pee, but it felt like someone popped a water balloon. This has to be a normal bathroom break, right? I still have a month left, this shouldn’t be happening right now. My back has been hurting for a while, but that could be Braxton hicks. I had a lot of those when I was pregnant with Bea.

I get up quickly and go wash my hands. Thinking of ways to tell Colby that the baby may be coming right now. I don’t want to alarm him. Colby is cool under pressure, but he’s an absolute maniac when he’s in dad mode.

“Hey, Colby, my love, I might— What did you do?” I walk out to the picnic area covered in fairy lights and Bea sitting on the table. Colby is holding a small bouquet. The corner of his mouth crept up his face and exposed his teeth slightly. He walks up towards me and places his hand out. I take it without hesitation. He leads me to the table that Bea is sitting on and ushers for me to sit. He places the flowers in my lap and sits down next to me.

“Okay, so I know this is a bit strange and unexpected. But in all honesty, this has been put off long enough. Y/N, we’re been together for seven years and every day I fall deeper in love with you. You’re an amazing mother to Beatrice and a supportive girlfriend. I should have done this earlier but we were barely together for a year when you got pregnant with Bea and I didn’t want you to think that I was only doing it because you were pregnant and I’m from Kansas. In all honestly have done it before but it never felt like the right moment. I bought this ring the day after Bea was born and I’ve just been carrying it in my pocket for the right moment. Which is stupid because my whole brand is ‘now or never’ but I wanted the moment to be perfect for you. I know that you always say that we don’t have to get married or that you don’t need a big wedding. But I know deep down that you want those things, and I want you to be happy. You’re the love of my life and I want you to have your big fairytale wedding, so Y/N Y/LN, will you do me the honors and marry me?” Colby slides off the bench in one fluid motion and drops down to his knee. He pulls out a ring box from his pocket to reveal a ring that’s not big or small. It’s the perfect size and looks like the ring I’ve been dreaming about my entire life.

“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. Colby, I will marry you!” I let Colby slide the ring on my finger, which is surprisingly the only thing that hasn’t gotten bigger with this pregnancy. He comes up to my level and kisses me. Bea cheers and wraps her little arms around us.

“Oh yeah, you were trying to tell me something when you got out of the bathroom.” Colby’s face is so red and he can’t stop smiling.

“Huh? Oh! Yeah, so my water might have broken.” I rub my lower back and watch Colby’s smile drop.

“Are you fucking serious? You’re in labor and you let be babble like an idiot?” Colby starts running around the picnic table and grabbing his camera. He disappears behind the bathroom and comes back with two rangers.

****

As soon as we got back into cell range, I called the doctor. She told us that we had enough time to make it to the hospital. When I told Colby that my water broke, he must have thought that I mean our son’s head was currently dangling out of my vagina because he’s driving like a maniac. I feel fine. My contracts are roughly 20 minutes or more apart, which I told the doctor. I’m vlogging the whole thing because this is going to make an amazing video. You would think that after already having one baby, Colby would mellow out a little bit. I gave Bea her lunch that she was supposed to have after the proposal.

I still can’t believe that Colby proposed. I would have been fine with not putting an official label on our relationship. I could have been happy being his girlfriend for the rest of my life, but he was right I did want a big wedding. To one day be Mrs. Colby Brock. Now it’s going to come true.

“Oh, shit—” Colby mutters under his breath. He reaches into his pocket and hands me his phone. I take it from him and set the camera up on the dashboard.

“Who am I calling? Your parents?” I ask as I unlock his phone and head to his contact.

“Oh shit, I almost forgot. Call them and your parents too. But call Jake, we need him to meet us at the hospital to watch Bea for us.” He nervously runs his hand threw his hair before placing it back on the wheel.

I scroll until I find the contact labeled ‘Demon Spawn’ and call him. The phone rings about three times before he picks up.

“Hey Colby, did she say yes?” Jake asks immediately.

“Hey Jake, it’s me. Colby’s driving right now.” I put the volume louder so Colby could hear.

“Oh fuck— um… did Colby ask you about… brunch on Sunday at our place?” I can hear Tara next to him whispering about something.

“Jake, you’re fine. I asked her and she said yes. You can relax.” Colby says—yells— from his side of the car.

“Oh! She said yes.” Jake tells someone, again probably Tara, on the other side of the phone.

“You know they’re on speaker, I can hear them. But congrats you guys!” Tara cheers.

“Thank you. But we’re actually calling you guys so you can meet us at the hospital.” I explain. I watch Bea spill something in the review mirror and hand her a napkin.

“We’re already here. Wait, is the baby coming?” I hear movement on the other side of the line.

“Wait, why are you two at the hospital? Did Jake play with the easy bake oven again?” I thought after the last time, Tara and I hide that stupid thing. Jake almost burned the house down when we were all living together still.

“Huh? Oh no! Kat is having the baby. Should be any minute now. We’ve been here all day.” Tara explains. I’m positive she took the phone from Jake and sent him off somewhere.

“Wait, Kat went into labor and didn’t tell me?”

“Her water broke right after you texted us that you left. She refused to let any of us tell you guys because she didn’t want to ruin the proposal. She said that we could tell you guys after. But don’t worry. Everything is fine, Sam has been coming out every like 30 minutes with updates. Now that we know you’re back from the mountains, we’ll text you until you get here.”

“Okay thanks, but you don’t need to. We’re like five minutes away.”

“Okay, we’ll be waiting. Just don’t have my nephew on the side of the road or anything.” Tara says before hanging up the phone.

****

Lying in the hospital room, I wait patiently as the nurse checks the ultrasound. She has an indifferent face, probably not to scare expecting mothers, but her lack of expression is what’s scaring me. She has been looking for a while and has even taken a few pictures. Colby sits beside me with Bea sleeping in his lap. She fell asleep in the car right before we got here. Lucky for Colby, I could still waddle on my own so he could carry Bea.

“Okay, everything looks okay. The doctor will come in to confirm and give you your options.” The nurse smiles as she removes the ultrasound jelly from my stomach.

Colby grabs my hand and strokes it quietly. I know he must be stressed and what he can do right now is limited. However, this small little touch, one he’s must have done hundreds of times, is enough right now.

Dr. Long comes in and greets us. She must have just come from Katrina’s room. She gave birth right after we got here. We were lucky enough to see everyone before we got shuttled off into our room. Dr. Long squirts more cool ultrasound jelly on my belly and scans around. After a few seconds, she clicks a button so we can hear the heartbeat. It sounds different than before, almost echoed.

“Okay, Ms. Y/LN, Mr. Brock a lot of things are happening right now. We missed something during your first few scans. There is a second baby in there, hiding behind your son. We didn’t detect the second baby because it is a bit smaller than the first baby. Their heartbeats were very close in sync which is why we couldn’t notice two different beats. Both babies are doing well. I’m just going to check to see how dilated you are before we can talk more.” Dr. Long wipes off the jelly and covers up my stomach.

“S-second baby? You mean she’s having twins?” Colby asks, jumping up and waking up Bea.

“I’m actually going to kill you,” I mutter under my breath. Giving birth was hard enough, but two at the same time had to be worse.

“Yes, twins. It’s not uncommon for parents to not know they’re having more than one baby until birth. Would you like to know the gender of the second baby?”

Colby takes a quick look at me and I nod.

“Yes, please. I mean it doesn’t matter but knowing would still be nice.” Colby asks.

“Baby B is a girl. And it looks like you’re in pre-labor. Your water did not break but you did pass the mucus plug. You’re only 4 centimeters dilated, so you still have a while.” Dr. Long finally resurfaces and looks at Colby and me. Our faces must be panicked.

“So, what then? We stay here? We go home?” I ask sitting up a bit more.

“Well, Ms. Y/LN, you have a few options. First, because you are 35 weeks pregnant, that’s still a bit early even for twins. I would suggest slowing down the labor for a few hours and injecting the babies with a steroid that would help their lungs develop faster. It’s two injections 12 hours apart. Or we can get ready to do a C-section right now. In both cases, the babies might have to spend some time in the NICU, but both methods are safe this early.”

“I mean, I want to keep them in for as long as possible so probably the first option. What do you think Colbs?” I ask. My stress levels increase. I know that Dr. Long says that the babies will be fine, but I can’t help but worry.

“Hey, it’s your body. I’ll support whatever you want to do but I think that’s best too.” Colby goes back to stroking my hand. Beatrice is resting her head on his chest.

“Okay, we’ll be back in a few minutes to get set up.” Dr. Long says before leaving us in silence.

****

A week to a month; that’s how long Dr. Long says the twins might have to stay in the NICU. Relatively speaking, they’re fine. They’re just premature and struggling with low birth weight and underdevelopment. They’re too small for car seats, which Colby is going to have to get another one of. We’re going to have to get another one of everything. Maybe we can exchange the stroller we got at the baby shower for a double one. We’re also going to have to get a lot more baby clothes, or at least another going home outfit for when the time comes. I also had my own complication after giving birth and now have to stay an extra day. Mentally, I wasn’t prepared for two babies, and I don’t think my body was either. They came five minutes apart, first our son, and then our daughter.

“Hey, Y/N,” I hear a familiar voice say from behind me. The nurses were checking on the twins so I decided to give them some room and step out.

“Hey, Kat, Sam, how’s little Oliver?” I smile at them. They’re walking towards me, holding their little bundle of joy in a car seat.

“He’s fine. He passed the car seat test so we’re set to go home. How are the twins?” Sam asks. Kat gives me a quick hug from her wheelchair.

“They’re doing their best. They’re Colby’s kids so they’re stubborn as hell, I can tell already. How are you feeling Kat?” I look at the exhausted Canadian. She had a smooth birth and gets to leave a day after. She has bits of blue dye in her hair that she got done after finding out she was having a boy.

“I’m tired and everything hurts. I don’t know how you did it twice in one day.” She sighs and brushes her hair out of her face.

“I don’t know. But you two go home and snuggle that little baby before he starts smelling like sugar and play-doh.” I joke. I wave them off and go back to watching the nurses. They’ve moved on to other babies now.

“Mommy!” Just as I’m about to get up and go back into the NICU, I hear Beatrice running down the hall. Colby is following quickly behind her.

“Hi my loves,” Bea climbs up next to me and rests her head on my chest.

“Sorry, she was just excited to see you and the babies.” I noticed the vlog camera in Colby’s hand. I’m glad he’s still documenting everything for us.

“Where are they? Where are my baby brother and sister? Daddy said that they were dropped off this morning.” I look at Colby confused because we had a conversation about how we would explain this all to her. In fact, I know we had a conversation with her months ago about where babies come from.

“I panicked…” Colby says quickly to explain why our daughter was talking about storks.

“Well, your brother and sister are in that room right there but you can’t go in there. They’re really small and a little bit sick. So, they want to be extra safe and only let mommies and daddies in there. But one of us can go in there and FaceTime so you can see them.” I stoke Bea’s hair and kiss her forehead.

“Okay, I understand. It’s like when my throat was hurting when I was little and I couldn’t go to preschool so other kids couldn’t make me more sick. What are their names?” She asks running over to the window and tiptoeing so she can peek in.

Colby and I had a lot of time to think about this. We decided on two conditions:1. I would name our daughter and he would name our son and 2. their middle names would match. We split the job in half to deal with the stress. We didn’t even have one name when we knew that we were having one baby, let alone two.

“Well, your brother’s name is Aiden Isaiah. And your little sister’s name is Chloe Isabella.” I explain to her.

“Yeah, and they’re both so excited to meet you and explore the world with the rest of us,” Colby says softly before kissing me on the cheek. With that kiss, I knew that everything would be fine.

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The Parent Trap | Chapter Two; you bring me home

pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

AU: The Parent Trap,  dad!harry

series summary:  Identical twins Benjamin and Edward, separated at birth and each raised by one of their biological parents, later discover each other for the first time at summer camp and make a plan to bring their wayward parents back together.

chapter summary: Y\N and Harry remember home.

author note: I have no idea how many times I’ve listened to Sweet Creature while I was writing this. And 187 notes for the first chapter?!?!? HOW? Thank you all so much for the support.

I’m sorry in advance if I have any fault. English is not my first language. Please leave a comment about what you think, love you.

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Moon was shining, and the sky was clear. The light summer breeze was gently caressing everything it touched. Either the white-painted house or the big garden didn't have any lighting, but the moon shining on the pool was enough to brighten the place. Roses surrounding the garden was nearly visible by the pool. That night was still. Y\N was lying on one of the lounge chairs with a glass of wine. Nate was next to her, lying on another chair. A song they didn't know was playing at the back, but neither of them attempted to change it.

Watching the moon, Y\N couldn't help but think about Harry. She remembered her days on the road with him. She remembered watching the moon silently as everyone slept, dancing under the rain, having secret dinners after concerts. She remembered how happy she had been before the world found out. Despite all the hate and heartbreak, Y\N never regretted being with him. She was young. Too young to be stupid enough give him everything she had. Too young to commit such love. Yet she didn't regret a bit. How could she? Harry was her first love, and she never thought she could love someone as much. She had been ready to spend her whole life with him. Now, the only thing she had was a photo of him, nothing more.

Y\N was used to heartbreak. But sometimes, at nights as quiet as these, thinking about it made it worse. It made her breath hitch at her throat, and her eyes fill with tears. She wondered what he was doing. Was Harry thinking about her, too? She was never going to learn. After everything happened, she would never have the courage to look him in the face and tell him she still loved him despite everything.

The tightness on her chest eased up when she heard the sweet and raspy voice of her son.

"Mom?" Y\N and Nate turned around and saw Edward rubbing his eyes. He had been sleeping for a few hours, but it was clear that something troubled him. She put her glass down and made room for him. "Come and lay with me."

Edward didn't lose any time and paced to her mother. He put his head on Y\N's chest and listened to her steady heartbeat. Y\N gently stroked his hair. "Bad dream?"

Edward nodded, not trusting his voice.

"Would you like to talk about it?" He shook his head slowly. He just wanted to forget about it. "Can you tell me a story?"

The song at the back slowly changed, and she thought she could have a heart attack at any time. It had been a long time since she heard his voice. She felt tears in her eyes, her breath hitching, and tightness on her chest quickly came back. Nate looked at her with concerned eyes. And he whispered. "I can turn it off."

Y\N shook her head. "It's fine." Y\N tried to remember a good story to tell, but all she could think was Harry. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a second. Edward was waiting patiently. "I used to get a lot of nightmares when I was pregnant with you," she said. Edward looked up. He had never heard her mother talking about her pregnancy before.

"Your father," Y\N's voice trembled. Harry's voice was filling the garden. Edward hugged her around the waist. "You don't have to, mom." Even though he was dying to know, Edward knew his mother never liked talking about his father. So, he wasn't going to push her. Y\N sweetly smiled at her son. "It's fine, baby." She whispered. It was more like she was trying to convince herself more than Edward. "I was so used to having someone beside me at nights, so, whenever we fight, I would get nightmares. I wouldn't be able to sleep for the rest of the night. I would toss and turn around, drink tea, but nothing would work.

"But he would come to me, eventually. He would hug his arms around me as you do. I never had to tell him what was wrong. He would always understand. It was hard when we argue. It wasn't often, but when it happened, it would be harsh. We would apologize and forget about it. I guess it was our first fault, ignoring and not talking about our fights.  We would try to cover it up with sweet things. We would hug, and I would rest my head on his chest. And he would sing for me. I would fall asleep to his voice. I always thought he had the voice of an angel. It always felt like home. He always felt like home, like I was so protected nothing could hurt me.  It's funny how far it's now."

"Do you miss him?"

Y\N took a deep breath and smiled. "I do. But I'm not sure if it's him that I miss or the good times."  She closed her eyes and listened to him. She never dared to play and listen to one of his songs. His voice was thicker than she remembered, but it still gave her goosebumps. His words still had the same effect on her. Under the moon, she felt like he was there. Like she could hear the tremble in his voice.

There was a hole inside her, growing more and more every day. Sure she had her family, her friends, a house, and most importantly, her son. But she couldn't ignore the emptiness inside her. She was missing her home. The air she breathed felt so heavy that it was almost crushing her lungs. She was missing the times that Harry was her home.

Nate sat up and saw Edward's thoughtful look. He knew how hard it was for both of them. "Let's take you to bed, Eddy. You need to sleep, or you'll be late to camp tomorrow." Edward nodded his head and kissed Y\N. She smiled as they said good night to each other and watched him walk across the garden.

The moment they left the garden, she broke out a sob. Y\N closed a hand over her mouth so nobody would hear her cries. She was crushing under her feelings. She hadn't thought or talked about Harry for such a long time, yet the thought of him still made her vulnerable. Song slowly changed, but words still lingered at the back of her mind.

Sweet creature, sweet creature.

Wherever I go, you bring me home.

Harry woke up with a pain in his chest. He couldn't remember the dream he saw a minute ago. But the pain made him sure that it was no good. He sat up, holding the corner of the bed and trying to steady his breaths. Harry realized it was still early when he calmed down. The sun was slowly rising, but he figured he wouldn't be able to sleep again.

His girlfriend, Camille, was still sound asleep, not feeling a thing while he got up and made his way to his closet. Harry didn't have bad dreams often, and when he did, he didn't remember them. But the feeling it felt behind stayed with him for days. Whenever Benjamin had nightmares, Harry would have them too. He would knock on his door to wake his father, but Harry would be fully awake by the time he came to his door. The boy reminded him of Y\N. But, when Harry got dressed and peeked through his son's door, he found him peacefully asleep.  So, he couldn't help but wonder if it was Edward this time.

Harry wondered if he slept with Y\Nwhen he had bad dreams, as Benjamin did; if he ever asked his mother to keep the lights up. He wondered if Y\N ever had nightmares; if she was lonely. He knew how much she hated sleeping alone. Did she have someone beside her like him? If she did, did she ever think about Harry, or was she happy with the person beside her?

Was Harry happy with the person beside him?

Harry decided to take a walk when questions filled his mind. And being not able to answer those questions made him bothered. He wanted to grab his phone and reach out to everyone he could just to find out whether she was happy or not. He wanted to buy a plane ticket and fly to her house even though he didn't know where she lived.

When Harry came from his long walk around the neighborhood, everybody was awake, and from the smells that were coming from the kitchen, he figured that Katty was home. He made his way to the kitchen and found Benjamin glaring at Camille with his big green eyes.

"Good morning," Harry said, and Katty smiled at him.

"Good morning, boss."

Both Benjamin and Camille stayed silent as Harry raised an eyebrow and looked at them expectantly. "What happened?"

"I didn't know-"

"Camille is saying that-"

When they started to talk at the same time, Harry raised his one hand to stop them. Harry was a morning person. He liked going on a walk, having full breakfasts, and he generally had a good mood. But not that morning. His day had already started bad, and it was about to get worse.  He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. "Not at the same time, please."

Harry understood Benjamin's behavior. He was a child and wasn't a fan of Camille. But he couldn't figure out why Camille was acting like a child too. Before Camille could say anything, Benjamin started to talk.

"Camille said that you're not taking me to the camp." Harry frowned upon his son's word. "I am taking you to the camp."

"Then why I don't know about this?" Camille asked.

"I told you a week ago that I'm taking Ben to the camp. And while I'm there, I'll take care of a few businesses and come back."

Camille folded her arms on her chest and gave him a look. "How do you know he's going to behave, anyway?"

"Since when you're my mother?" Benjamin was giving her a pointy look, his elbows resting on the table. The whole room went silent for a moment.  She was looking like she could burst at any moment.

"Camille, can I talk to you outside?"

The moment Harry closed the kitchen door, which was opening to the garden, Camille puffed with rage.

"Are you going to let him talk to me like that?"

"You know he doesn't like it when you meddle with these kinds of things."

"Oh, so you think he's right?" Harry took a deep breath. "I'm not saying the way he talks to you is okay, Camille. But you know he's not used to having a female around."

"Katty is always around."

"Katty is her nanny. It's not the same thing."

"We've been dating for months, Harry. He should've got used to it by now."

"You can't wait for him to be understanding towards everything, he's just a child."

"He's ten, Harry. Don't you think he could understand if he wanted to?"

"What are you trying to say, Camille?"

"I'm saying it's not my fault that his mother abandoned him. He doesn't have to be bitter about it."

Harry could feel his blood boiling inside his veins. Camille didn't know everything about Y\N’s and his relationship. But it didn't give her the right to talk about Harry's past relationship that way and make him angry.

"I think you should go." He was angry and didn’t want to break her heart. It had been so late by the time Camille realized what she said. Harry was frustrated. "Haz, I'm sorry-"

"I told you I don't like it when you call me like that."

I don't like it when you call like that because that's what Y\N used to call me.

"Honey, I was just not thinking. Please, let's talk."

"I'll call you when I'm back." Harry wasn't the type to get mad quickly. But when he got angry, the best choice was leaving him alone. Camille understood that, so she left.

Harry's morning really became worse. Now, the only thing he could think was Y\N and Camille's words. Was Benjamin thinking like that too? Was he assuming that his mother abandoned him?

If only, he could tell everything. He wanted to tell him everything about his mother. Tell him that she would never abandon him. Tell him how great she was, how brave she was. Tell him that everything was his fault.

If only he had the courage.

Harry had been trying to run away from the thought of Y\N for a long time. For a moment there, he really thought he managed to forget her. But looking back now, he had never forgotten her. Harry had been hiding from everything for so long it made his heart crush. He gulped and closed his eyes in an attempt not to cry. Every day was becoming harder than before. He couldn't figure out what he felt anymore. The only thing he knew was that he needed a break. He needed a break from thinking.

"Did you guys break up?" Benjamin asked with hope. "You're almost going to make me believe that you care," Harry answered sarcastically.

"She seemed guilty," Katty said, not trying to cover her happiness. They truly despised Camille.

"It's fine." Is it Harry? "I'm going to talk to her when I'm back."

Benjamin wanted his father to be happy. He really did. But there was something about Camille he didn't like and couldn't explain. Although Harry seemed thoughtful at breakfast, Benjamin somehow knew it wasn't about Camille. So, he didn't ask. But when his father kept sulking through the flight and car ride, he couldn't help it. While Harry handed Benjamin his bags, Benjamin gave his father a skeptical look.

"Are you still thinking about Camille?" He asked. "Not that I'm a fan, but I'm sure you guys will be alright."

Harry didn't even think about Camille until Benjamin mentioned her. He smiled. "I'm okay, buddy." He looked up and eyed the big gate. "Don't forget-"

", to behave. I know, dad." Benjamin rolled his eyes. "You told that like million times already."

As Harry hugged his son, he felt warm. "Just being a dad, don't mind me." Benjamin laughed at him while he hugged back. They had never stayed apart for more than a week. So, Harry was concerned. Not being at his side and not being able to protect him was scary.

"Take care, okay? I'll see you in a month." Benjamin waved while he raced to the camp. "Don't miss me so much!"

As Y\N dropped Edward off, she wasn't concerned. She trusted Zayn with her life, and Zayn knew how important Edward was to her. So, he would never talk about the camp without checking if it was safe or not.

"Make some friends, will you?" Edward rolled his eyes as his mother smiled. "Buy me a computer, will you?" Y\N laughed with joy and ruffled her son's hair. She hugged him as long as she could.

"Promise me that you will be careful."

"Mom, can you stop worrying?" Y\N looked at him for a moment and brushed his hair from his face. "Have fun."

Benjamin finally took his bag and walked through the door with a smile. Y\N felt her heart flutter, a warm feeling hugging her and filling her emptiness. It had been a long time she felt that so she never questioned. She only watched his son walking to a new phase.

Neither Harry nor Y\N remembered last time they felt like this. It felt like home. It was strange to feel so safe and sound at such a place, but they didn't look around or observe the people around them. As they stood at the opposite doors of the camp, watching their sons, the only thing they could think was home.

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[fortune-fool02]

Wonders of the Future

Kakyoin Noriaki x female reader

Requested by: anonymous

Remember a while back another blog sent an ask about Kakyoin having twins, a boy and a girl, the boy being more like his mother and the girl is more like Kak? (If I remember the details correctly) Can I request a piece based off that?? 

Please enjoy.

He thought back about what happened during those fifty days travelling part way around the world to stop Dio. Of those they gain and lost. The calm, peaceful moments where they rested and those moments where they were fighting for their lives against countless enemies. 

Kakyoin laid in the bed, lavender eyes staring up at the ceiling as his mind replayed a mixture of those memories. Some unpleasant, the tingling pinches under the scars on his eyes from the razor claws created by the water. Then the warm, gentle yet protecting touches of the woman who had stolen his heart. 

[Name] had joined their little group after being freed from the parasitic Flesh Bud forced upon her. The poor [Hair colour] woman was confused when she came around but grateful for them freeing her, and by the ability of her Stand, she was a formidable opponent.  Yet, her strength came from the compassion that she shared with those around her, [Name] would not hesitate to help treat someone’s wounds after a battle despite her own, or offer some of her food if she was full. Each one of these things pulled him towards her, a moth drawn to the beautiful flame. 

His thoughts were cut short by soft movement of the door handle before it creaked open, and a small [Hair colour] boy and cherry haired girl peered through. A warm smile lifted his lips at them. [Daughter’s name] disappeared and whispered something to someone before the door fully opened to reveal [Name] there too. 

“Good morning, darling.” she said, holding a tray with breakfast on it and entering the room. Even after so long, his wounds still ached, he was told he would never fully recover but he was capable of walking and could return to, somewhat, normal. Pushing himself upright, Kakyoin smiled as his two children approached and gave him a hug. 

“Good morning, daddy.” [Daughter’s name] said, hugging him with a bright smile on her lips. [Son’s name] also hugged him, smiling just as brightly. 

“Good morning, you two.” From the moment [Name] had told him, all those years ago, that she was pregnant, Kakyoin felt the whole world change for him. He was going to be a father, that alone had ignited a light within him. But when they went to one of the scans and discovered that they were having not one but two children, he felt like he was going to faint. 

He was going to be a father to two children. His own children. The wave hit him like a brick wall and he couldn’t help but hug and kiss [Name], thanking her for blessing him with such light. [Name], herself, couldn’t contain her excitement and returned the hugs and kisses. They were going to be a family! 

Kakyoin was nothing but caring and supportive throughout the pregnancy, if she needed something, he got it for her even if he had to quickly run to the shop. He didn’t care, he wanted his beloveded to be comfortable and relaxed throughout her pregnancy. And when the day came that she gave birth, he could hardly sleep. Pacing back and forth outside the room, looking at the clock tick on, and worrying. What if something went wrong during it? What if there were complications? 

And in the end, those worries were nothing more than just that, worries; as [Name] had delivered two healthy babies without any complications or issues. [Son’s Name] and [Daughter’s Name]. His own children. It was a bit much at the time and he could not help but sob lightly, after going through so much and being alone for so long, he finally had the family he dreamed of. As the two children grew, it had grown more obvious of which child took after who most. [Daughter’s Name] was practically a ‘Daddy’s girl’, always wanting to be by his side and do what he was doing from painting to even playing video games; while [Son’s Name] took more from [Name]. 

In truth, Kakyoin does not believe he could have asked for a more perfect life now even if he tried to. And he could hardly wait to see what the future had in store for them. 

[frogmanwritings]

Loyal and Loving | A Thrushpelt and Bluestar one-shot

I tried to stick to canon with this, with Bluestar not truly loving Thrushpelt, but I may have strayed some lol. Let me know what you think, kinda went outside my comfort zone to make a one-shot.

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Bluestar always wanted to be leader. To be the face of her clan, to lead through thick and thin. And going through the thick, it was glorious. It was painful at times, to remember what she had given up to do it, but being able to stand up on the Highrock, to look down at her allies, her warriors, her friends... it was comfortable, everything she had ever dreamed of. But going through the thin right now? It was agonizing. This leafbare was the most brutal one that she had ever experienced, with prey being extremely scarce and sickness ravaging the camp. And tales with the elders only confirmed, this one was the worst they had ever seen as well.

The conditions for kits was unbearable, and Robinwing's most recent litter had already lost two kits within a moon of their birth, while a third, named Ravenkit, was fighting greencough. Elders were starving, with Windflight's body unable to hold up with the lessened food, and passed on just a few nights ago. Adderfang, stubborn as a badger, refused to rest in brutal conditions, and eventually died of illness as well. Even Rosetail, her friend for most of her life, lost her entire litter to illness, and was ravaged so badly by greencough that she had to retire to the elder's den, her lungs too far damaged to keep up with a warrior's life anymore.

As much as she tried to remain strong, it was appearing near impossible with death and suffering was clawing its way through her Clan, intent on claiming every life within it. And sitting in her den, Bluestar tried to calm her breathing. They would get through these moons, to get to newleaf, where the snow melted, illness passed, and prey became plentiful again, but it was at a snail's pace, and how many more cats would they have to lose to get there?

"Bluestar?"

The voice of Spottedleaf made the leader blink, looking upward towards the beautiful dappled medicine cat. Usually, in any other condition, the presence of the tortoiseshell was comforting, her mood and intelligence always lightening the mood. But in times like these, it just made Bluestar's stomach tighten, with news of another cat dying or falling ill coming her way. And with the look of sorrow in her eyes, she suspected no different. But even so, she kept her face as straight as she could, her fur only bristling just a bit.

"It's.. Thrushpelt." That sweet voice meowed, and Bluestar let a shiver run through her fur. Thrushpelt was a... special cat. Not because he was extraordinary at anything, he was just generally.. good at everything, but he was a welcoming spirit to the Clan, his kindness never leaving him and his warm green eyes promising comfort. But also, he was her mate. Or at least, that's what they had the Clan believe.

Bluestar foolishly engaged with Riverclan's Oakheart when she was younger. Her heart would always belong with him, but she ended up pregnant with his kits, and in order to cover for herself, she needed a tom within the Clan to be her mate. And Thrushpelt, he was infatuated with her, and agreed without any further question. Which made it all the worse that she had to then give away her kits to Oakheart later, when the Clan needed a new deputy, and Thistleclaw would bring Thunderclan to ruins under his reign.

"Is he sick too?" Bluestar carefully asked, knowing that another sick warrior was the last thing they needed now, already being short on paws. And yet the sorrow-filled eyes of Spottedleaf only turned darker. "He's dying."

"What?" That made the leader jolt up to her paws, her body suddenly rigid after having been slumped over before. "H-How? He just went out on patrol, was there-" "There was no attack. Redtail and Lionheart had to drag him back to camp, he collapsed after a heavy coughing fit. I'm not sure if it's greencough, but.."

Bluestar blinked, her pelt suddenly feeling hot, the tips of her ears and tail burning, yet this warmth during leafbare was something she did not desire. She'd rather be cold and shivering than.. this. "He wants to see you, Bluestar. I've given him some medicine and some poppy seeds to ease his suffering, but.. it won't be much longer." Spottedleaf went on, and her tone went low as she explained, ears flattening just a bit.

There was almost no time for the leader to process all of this. Just a few seconds of thought, of realization, before she nodded to her medicine cat. "You did the right thing, Spottedleaf." Bluestar mewed, hoping her tone didn't sound too shrivel and was comforting enough as she began to pad past, out to the snow-filled camp. Apprentices were making fortifications to the camp, warriors were constantly on the move, measly morsels of prey in their mouths before they went right back out, elders and queens camped away in their dens. When the leader was spotted exiting her den, she could see a few cats dip their heads away, while others looked to her for guidance, for words of encouragement.

But there was nothing she could tell them now. Another cat was dying to this forsaken season, and she had to be there for his last moments. Leaping down from her den, she quickly padded over to Spottedleaf's den. "Bluestar, I-" Darkstripe began to speak up to her, but a hiss from the trailing medicine cat quieted him. The young warrior's words would have to wait, their leader was needed for a cat's final moments. And this one had to be the most bitter for her yet.

"Thrushpelt?" Bluestar called out gently, dipping her head into the den, the smell of herbs instantly hitting her in the face, but her tired eyes eventually caught the sight of the pale brown fur of the warrior, huddled up in a den of moss. "Bluestar..?" She could hear him call out in return, but it was practically a croak, and she quietly hissed. That was how Windflight sounded before he passed. How did this happen so quickly...

"I'm here, Thrushpelt, I'm here.." She meowed, walking forward and immersing herself fully into the den, seeing those light green eyes, like the grass of newleaf, open up and meet her gaze. Maybe in another life, she could find herself tantalized by that gaze, to fall in love with it. He was certainly a handsome tom, charming in his own way, and if he hadn't been so infatuated with her, he would've surely found himself a mate. But instead, he acted as hers, to keep her secret safe. He was loyal to a fault, and Bluestar could never thank him enough for it.

And now, at his side, Bluestar could see the extent of his illness. Green mucus was splattered on the ground next to the moss, his nose running and chin damp with drool. The brightness in his gaze had dimmed, and even while under the influence of those poppy seeds, his flank was still raising quickly, as though desperately sucking in air for damaged lungs. He was very sick, and the leader could hardly bare it. "Bluestar.. I'm sorry."

Thrushpelt apologized, and this time, the leader made sure her hiss was heard. "Don't apologize." She practically ordered him, and yet he continued to meow in a shriveled tone. "I knew I was sick... but I couldn't just stop. I couldn't bear to hear Robinwing's kits whine. The elders.. begging for prey. Apprentices working up frostbite. So.. I hid it."

"You acted valiantly, Thrushpelt, it's ok." Bluestar responded, laying her body down close to his, one of her paws pressing down over his. Her ears could pick up Spottedleaf gently backing out of the den, as though to give the two their final moments together. "Starclan will honor you. I promise."

A harsh cough then escaped from Thrushpelt's mouth, more green spit flying out, though thankfully the warrior had enough mind to turn his head away. As much as Bluestar wanted to be there for her warrior, she couldn't afford to get sick when she needed to be the beacon for the Clan. Though it still made her ears flatten to hear, her heart aching for the tom.

"I'm.. I'm not scared, Bluestar. I'm.. happy." He mewed softly, turning back to her once he wiped his muzzle with the moss of his bedding. "I get to see our kits again..." His eyes lit up just briefly at that, meeting Bluestar's gaze, and her heart sank. Guilt had always raked her heart over giving away her kits, not just because she was losing them, but because Thrushpelt was too.

He knew that they weren't his, and that he was merely to keep her secret affair with Oakheart safe. And yet he loved them, with all of his heart. She thought back to how her father treated her and Snowkit, when they were kits, and he almost never took enough time out of the day to truly see them. Bluestar loved her father and understood that he put his duties first, like she did in a way, but it was something heartwarming to see how good a father could be, with Thrushpelt. One could've never guessed that her kits wasn't his, with how much he loved them.

Anytime she needed a break, be it to stretch her legs and walk or just needing to relax after having three kits prod their growing claws against her belly, he was there. If they wanted to topple a fox, he played the biggest and baddest one. If Stonekit was the valiant leader, he was the most loyal warrior, ready to take any command.

And when she gave them away... when she had to tell Thrushpelt the lie, that a predator had scooped them away, it almost made her break, and tell him the truth instead, though she knew she couldn't. He looked, and looked, and looked. No other cat, not even Bluestar herself, looked as badly as he did. She could still remember the look of absolute sorrow in his eyes as he began to realize that they'd never find them. Just thinking of it made her gulp down any sound of sorrow.

And that was why she couldn't tell him now. As much as she wanted to, Bluestar knew that him passing would be far easier if he thought their kits were waiting for him, and she could only hope that he wouldn't be angry once he realized, even if he had all the right. At the very least, he'd have Mosskit, and she could only hope that that would satisfy him when he went. "Take good care of them... for us." She meowed, dipping her head close to his flank.

Did she love him? Well, she loved all of her clanmates, happily ready to sacrifice herself for any of them. But there was no denying that Thrushpelt.. he was special. Perhaps she wasn't in love with him, perhaps he wasn't truly the one for her, but she also couldn't deny that there was some semblance there. Acting as mates together, there had to be some level of acting in order to keep appearances. They'd join patrols together, eat prey together, share tongues, and he'd never ask for anything more. Perhaps in another life..

"I'll tell them.. all the tales of their mother." Thrushpelt croaked, ending his sentence with a sigh, as though it was difficult for him to let out. His time was coming closer, and Bluestar pushed her nose against his flank. To comfort him, to feel his breaths... to be close to him as Starclan began to take him.

"Oh. I can feel it.." He mewed, his body slowly beginning to tingle and shake, his mouth gaping and eyes widening. Starclan was coming to take him now, and Bluestar could only murmur sadly. As to bring him anymore comfort, to make his journey any easier, it was the least that she could do for him, for any of her cats who were dying in front of her.

"I'll miss you, Thrushpelt." She uttered. Just outside of him being the former father to her kits, he was a great warrior. His jaws always swelling with prey, his claws always meeting their mark, a kind soul that looked out for others and a stern face when there needed to be one. Thunderclan would certainly miss his presence, and getting through leafbare would be even more difficult without him, though her mind didn't linger on that at the moment. Right now, in Spottedleaf's den, it was just the two of them, in his final moments, with everything else outside not existing. Just for these minutes.

"Bl-Bluestar.." His voice had lowered even quieter, but Bluestar could just hear it, turning her head to see his gaze on her, green and blue eyes mingling together. "Get the clan.. through this.. I know you will.." He rasped, the emotion in those eyes unmistakable, even with his body weakening. "I'll.. always love you." He whispered in a hush, that adoration gleaming in his eyes, and she heard it loud and clear. Her heart tightened, and the leader stepped forward to push her muzzle against his forehead, her paw pressing down over his and a comforting rumble in her throat building next to his ears. "Rest.." She could only murmur, as to speak any louder would allow the crack of grief to be audible in her tone.

Silence filled the den for the next seconds, almost as though it were abandoned, before finally, Bluestar could feel that last shutter run through Thrushpelt, a mild gasp acting as his final breath, and his body finally still. Thrushpelt had passed. And the leader took the time to drag her tongue over his head, to take in his scent one last time, to groom him one last time. She'd give him this moment, to show him that she truly cared as he ascended to Silverpelt.

And when Spottedleaf peaked in, she only nodded her head to Bluestar, in a quiet understanding that.. Bluestar just wanted these few more minutes before they took out to the center of camp. To Spottedleaf and the rest of the clan, their leader would grieve for him as a mate. But for her, and for him, it'd be because of a deep bond that never turned romantic, but it was someone that Bluestar could never, and would never want to replace. He was there when she needed him, went far and beyond what she asked of him, and never faltered in his loyalty.

That was just the type of cat Thrushpelt was. Loyal and loving.

[myhockeyworld87]

Choices - Tyler Seguin/Jamie Benn - Part 20

Word Count: 3,611

POV: Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Language

Notes: So this one is a little longer than I meant it to be. Also please remember this is fiction and not a great way to get a paternity test...haha! Just felt like I should put that disclaimer in there. Also Thank You to the anon, for one of the choices. Happy Reading! And remember to vote!

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Once you finally pulled yourself together, you headed home. Well, not your home, but Jamie's. All you really wanted to do was just curl up in a ball and forget about all your problems. How could something be a blessing and a curse at the same time? On one hand, you wanted a baby, you'd had for a long time, even before you lost yours and Tyler's baby. But the other hand, well that was the thing, you didn't want a baby when you had no idea who the father was.

 Thankfully, Jamie wasn't home when you got there, he must have still been at physical therapy. It gave you a chance to think about what you could do next. If you told Jamie the truth, you weren't sure what would happen with his amnesia, so that really wasn't an option at the moment. You thought about telling Tyler, but you knew in the long run that he would want you to tell Jamie the truth and then you were back to square one again. The doctor had mentioned that a paternity test could be done at seven or eight weeks, which would only require a blood draw from you and not harm the baby. Currently, you were only six weeks pregnant, so you'd have to wait at least a week or so before it could be done. The problem now was how to get samples from both Jamie and Tyler without them being suspicious.

 There was no way you were going to get a blood sample from either one of them, as you'd need them to have blood drawn and well you couldn't think up a lie to have this done. Hair samples could be used but weren't as effective as fluid ones. So, you were down to two options, cheek swabs, and semen samples. It seemed ironic getting sperm from them considering that's what got you into this problem, but at the same time it almost seemed the easier route than trying to get tissue out of their mouths. It seemed all either one wanted to do recently was have sex, so that made the most logical sense.

 By the time Jamie got home, you had a plan, but wouldn't be able to execute it for another week or so. You tried to act as normal as possible, but when you were with someone almost twenty-four-seven, even the smallest mood change was noticed. "Babe, is something wrong? You seem a bit off today."

 "It's just a headache," You told him, hoping he would accept that excuse.

 You were in the kitchen prepping for dinner, and he came up behind you to rub your shoulders. It released some of the tension you were feeling. Dropping the knife from the vegetables you were chopping, you relaxed into his touch. "Does that feel a little better?"

 "Yeah, Jame. It really does."

 He massaged your shoulders and neck a little longer, then whispered in your ear. "Why don't we just call out tonight? We can have a nice bottle of wine and a relaxing night at home."

 "Umm yeah…sounds good." His hands skated down your arms then and wrapped around your midsection. You flinched. Immediately thinking he was feeling the baby.

 "Wow! You are on edge, aren't you?"

 "I'm sorry." It occurred to you Jamie had no clue you were pregnant and it was your paranoia getting the best of you.

 "Babe, why don't you go lay down for a bit and I'll order us something for a little later."

 "Yeah, that sounds great Jame." You kissed him quickly and headed off to the bedroom to rest; though when you finally did get to sleep, you were tortured by your dreams. In them you'd just given birth and were holding the baby in your arms, you looked up and saw Tyler eagerly looking at you, wanting to hold his baby. You went to hand the child over, and Tyler turned into Jamie. His loving face looking down at the infant in your arms. Then you heard Tyler say, 'I thought he was mine?' and he had his arms reaching out for the baby. Then Jamie was reaching for the child as well, saying that it was his. Both men were pulling on your arm and you were afraid you were going to drop the baby. You woke up with a hitch in your breath as you tried to gasp for air. The dream seemed so real and there were tears in your eyes. You took a moment to get yourself together before going back out to Jamie.

 "Feeling better babe?"

 "A little, not much." He patted the seat next to him on the couch for you take and you did. Swinging his arm around you, he pulled you into him so you could rest your head on his chest.

 "I ordered some of your favorites, from that Italian restaurant a few blocks away. It should be here shortly." That sounded like heaven. You closed your eyes and tried to picture what life would be like if it was Jamie's baby you were carrying. He would always put the two of you first, even above hockey. You could see nights similar to tonight, only the baby sleeping quietly in the bassinet. When the child would wake and softly cry, Jamie would be the one getting up before you to grab them, and changing their diaper or making a bottle. Being a dad would mean the world to him.

 Not that it wouldn't be for Tyler. Though in contrast, you could see him handing the baby off when there was a particularly smelly diaper that needed to be changed. He'd always be trying to get them to smile or laugh. The doorbell rang bringing you out of your musings, and Jamie softly moved you from his chest to answer the door. Jamie took the food out to the kitchen as you grabbed plates to put everything on. You set the food on the table, as Jamie brought over two glasses of wine. It was halfway to your mouth when you actually thought about what you were doing. "Something wrong sweetheart?"

 "Um…uh…no. It's just…well." Think of reason, you told yourself, imploring your mind to work. "I probably shouldn't be drinking with this headache."

 "Is it that bad sweetie?" You just nodded not wanting to say more. "Then yeah you probably shouldn't." The rest of the night was fairly quiet and in the week that followed your anxiety was at an all-time high. There were days you felt nauseous and had to hide it from Jamie as best you could. Why they called it morning sickness you weren't entirely sure considering one of the nights you were with Tyler, you literally ended up in the bathroom most of the time. You were able to brush it off as a stomach bug, but Tyler was super concerned and pleaded for you not to go home so he could take care of you. In the end, you stayed longer than you should've but ended up back at Jamie's.

 You let ten days past before you decided it was time to implement your plan, which was to have sex with both Tyler and Jamie, collect the semen and then send it off with your blood sample all within a few short hours. Lucky for you, it was a good morning and you didn't feel sick at all. Jamie was still sleeping and you decided the best course of action was to start with your mouth on his cock. It was a sure-fire way to get him in the mood.

 Pulling back the comforter, you found that he was already semi-erect. The moment your hand touched him so that you could bring him to your mouth, Jamie moaned. You flicked your tongue out to lick the head and he twitched, growing harder just in that one simple move. Opening your lips, you took the head of his penis inside and swirled your tongue around it. Another groan came from Jamie and as you looked up at him, you could see him stirring awake. You took him deeper into your mouth, letting your hand cover what length you couldn't swallow. Bobbing your head up and down on him, you felt Jamie's hands in your hair and knew he was now fully awake. Peaking through your lashes, his hooded gaze confirmed this. Cupping his balls with your free hand, you gently squeezed him there, eliciting another moan. You could feel him getting close so you backed off.

 Reaching over to the nightstand you grabbed a condom and sheathed it on Jamie. You could see the questioning look in his eyes, for it wasn't like you two to use condoms every time. Which is why you were in this whole mess, to begin with. Crawling on top of him, you leaned down and captured his lips hoping he'd forget all about the barrier between your bodies. His hands skated down your back to your ass, where he grabbed you and guided you down on him. It took a moment for you to adjust to him being inside you before you started to move. Bracing your hands on his chest, you started to rock back and forth on Jamie. He hissed in his pleasure as the two of you found a rhythm.

 His hand snaked up to cup your breasts and tweak your nipples. Even though you had a mission you found yourself getting lost in the pleasure that Jamie was bringing you. His hips started to thrust harder up into you and he moved a hand to your clit where he rubbed you, causing your orgasm to build. Your legs started to tremble and when he pressed down on the little nub, the dam broke and you were screaming out in pleasure. He followed you almost immediately, his hot seed filling the condom. You collapsed onto your side, and while every bone in your body didn't want to move; you forced yourself. Capturing Jamie's lips again, you distracted him, removing the condom at the same time.

 "Sweetheart, I'll get that."

 "Mmm, let me for a change." You stated, getting up and heading to the bathroom, where you had a collection bag waiting. You placed the sample inside and then in a Ziploc bag and hid it in your purse. Grabbing a cloth, you wiped yourself off, before returning to Jamie. Once you wiped him off, you went to head back to the en suite so that you could get ready to see Tyler.

 Jamie, grabbed at your wrist, stopping you. "Come back to bed, (Y/N)."

 "Wish I could Jame, but I've got a yoga class this morning I've got to get to." Of course, there wasn't a session that you needed to be at, but he didn't need to know that.

 "Skip it. I don't have to be to physical therapy until this afternoon. We can go for round two and you won't need that class."

 You smiled trying to laugh off Jamie's comment. "If only that's all I had to do today, but I have a whole bunch of errands I need to run. Raincheck?"

 He scrunched up his nose in distaste. "Fine. But you better plan on making good on that raincheck soon." Then he winked at you, to which you just smiled and blew him a kiss back, ducking into the bathroom to get ready.

 As soon as you were ready, you headed over to Tyler's house, using the code this time instead of ringing the bell. The dogs greeted you right away and you bent down and gave them love before heading deep into the house. Tyler was in the kitchen, making a protein shake. "(Y/N)!" He said, excitement in his voice. "This is a surprise. Why didn't you tell me you were coming over?" Abandoning the shake, he headed over to you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you soundly.

 "I thought I'd just pop in for a bit. Hope that's ok?"

 "Baby it's more than ok." He ran his hands up and down your body as if he was making sure you were real or something. "So how long do I get you for?" You knew he hated sharing you with Jamie, and you thought things were going to be different by now, but yet here you were.

 "I can't stay long, I told Jamie I had a yoga class, but I really wanted to see you." Going up on your toes, you kissed him again slipping your tongue into his mouth, and practically taking his breath away. While you had his lips occupied, you snaked your hands down to the front of his crotch, stroking him through his shorts.

 He broke from your mouth on a moan. "Frisky today?"

 "Mmmm," you sighed back, reaching into his waistband so that you could feel his cock. "I missed you, Ty." He hissed in a breath, as you took his length in your hands.

 "Baby, stop." You frowned at his words, sending him a questioning look as you freed your hand. He grabbed your ass then and hauled you up on him, so you had to wrap your legs around him. "I just thought we'd move to somewhere a little bit more comfortable." He carried you off to the bedroom, only setting you down on the bed, once he barred the dogs. The two of you made quick work of stripping each other's clothes off until there was nothing but skin on skin.

 His hand reached between your bodies to slip in between your folds. Gently he teased your pussy until you were dripping with need. "Ty, fuck me…please." You begged him, but when his cock was at your entrance you stopped him. "Condom." He huffed out his displeasure but rolled onto his side opening the nightstand to grab one. "Let me." You said, taking it from him, and slipping it on him, making sure to give his cock some extra attention by gliding your nail on the underside.

 "Fuck baby." He flipped you over so you were lying on your back and he was on top of you. He kissed your lips in a quick hard kiss, then thrust inside you. A gasp tore out of your mouth, as you arched up into him involuntarily. He stilled, giving you a second to adjust before starting a slow thrust in and out of your pussy. He trailed kisses down your neck, and over your collarbone until he was at your breast, where he took your nipple in his mouth. You dug your heels into the bed and clutched his shoulders, as your body met his every time he pumped into you. Tyler started to pick up speed, building you both towards climax.

 A bead of sweat dripped off Tyler's body and you knew he was close, but would hold off and wait for you first. You took your hand and reached in between you, to rub your clit in a motion that you knew would send you soaring. It didn't take long and you were shaking as the orgasm hit, your pussy contracting around his hard cock inside you, sending him on the high with you. As you both came down, Tyler rolled to his side taking you with him, his cock still inside you. He ran his fingers lightly along your back, while he pressed his nose against yours and pecked your lips. "I wish I could do this with you every morning."

 "Mmm," it was a noncommittal comment, yet could be misconstrued for just having been thoroughly fucked as well. At the moment you couldn't think of anything beyond the present and getting the condom off of Tyler. But to do that he would need to take his cock out of you.

 He pressed you closer, pulling you to his chest, breathing in your scent. "I love you, (Y/N). I know I tell you all the time. It's just…" He blew out a breath. "I want so much more with you and I know I shouldn't say these things because you haven't made up your mind, but…" Part of you was afraid of what he was going to say next, so you pulled back. He just tightened his hold on you, looking deep into your eyes. "I want it all with you (Y/N), marriage, babies, family everything."

 You swallowed hard, not trusting your own voice at the moment, as tears pricked your eyes. "You don't have to say, anything baby." And he reached up and swiped a tear that escaped. "I just need you to know. Ok?"

 The only thing you could do was nod and then he was pressing you into his chest again, where you started to sob. This was too hard, you weren't sure if you could do this anymore. "Babe, don't cry." His hands lovingly stroked your hair, and you tried to take deep breaths to settle yourself. Now was not the time to have a breakdown. Slowly, you started to calm down, and remember that you had an appointment that you needed to get to, yet you still needed one more vital part before you could go.

 Pushing back from Tyler, you wiped your eyes. "I love you, Ty. I do and I just need a little more time, to figure everything out. Ok?"

 He kissed your forehead. "I know babe, it's ok."

 "God, I'm a wreck." With that statement, you stretched and Tyler's cock slipped out. He took the condom off then and went to get up and throw it away. "No." The word came out a bit harsh, so you softened your voice. "Here, let me. I need a Kleenex anyhow."

 He handed it over albeit a bit reluctantly. "If you're sure babe."

 "Yeah, it's not a problem." Going into the en suite, you grabbed the bag, you had tucked away from when you were here last. The problem this time would be getting it into your purse, but you had a plan to do that before you left. You hid the bag back in your secret spot, washed your face from the tears you shed and headed back to Tyler, using another cloth to clean him off as well.

 "You ok baby?" He asked you, reaching for your hand, to lay back with him. Even though you didn't have a ton of time, you fell back on the bed with him, letting him take you in his arms.

 "Yeah," you sighed, just laying there and tracing the tattoos on his chest while he played with your hair. The effect was so relaxing, and you weren't sure how long the two of you just laid there like that, but you knew that you couldn't stay like this for much longer. "I need to go." You finally breathed out.

 "Not yet. Just a few more minutes." He held you a little tighter. "I don't want you to go yet."

 You groaned, not wanting to leave either, but at the same time knowing you had to. "If I stay another minute, you'll never get me out of here."

 "If that was supposed to make me let you up, it was the wrong thing to say." As you tried to get up, he just kept his arms locked around you. "You're trapped here forever, now." He started tickling your ribs making you laugh. "God I love that sound." He kept up his endless assault.

 "Stop…Ty…I give up."

 You were out of breath when he finally ceased with his torturous fingers. Once you caught your breath, you were able to slip from his grasp; grabbing your things off the floor, including your purse. You ran into the bathroom while Tyler whined about you leaving from his spot on the bed. You hurriedly got dressed, then grabbed the sample and hid it in your bag with the other one, then moved back into the bedroom. "Are you still in bed?"

 "Mmm. I'm hoping to entice you back into it."

 You raised an eyebrow at him. "That's a tempting offer, but I have that appointment, remember?"

 "What kind of appointment, is more important than laying in bed with me?" You reached his side and ruffed the curls on his head. Before leaning down and kissing him. You knew Tyler wouldn't let you go without knowing where you were going, but you also knew the fastest way out was the partial truth.

 "It's one of the female kind."

 "Ugh don't tell me anymore. You know how I feel about periods and that crap." You just chuckled. "Call me later and we can figure out when we can see each other again."

 "I will. Love you, Ty."

 He scooted up and gave you a proper kiss goodbye. "I love you too." You headed out the door and to the doctor's office to get your blood drawn. All samples taken; it was time to send them off to the lab for testing. It would be about seven days before you got the email back that would tell you who the father was. That week turned out to be the longest of your life. You checked your email more times than you could count, every time coming up empty. Until finally it was there. Your hands trembled as you clicked on the email.

   Choices time:

 A)     The father is Jamie.

B)     The father is Tyler.

C)      The DNA samples show that they're both the father, further explaining that you're pregnant with twins.

 Option C is courtesy of an anon. I hope she doesn't mind, but I thought it was a great choice for you guys to choose from. Thanks, anon!!!

[nctwd127]

Letting go.

Set you free – MYMP / Let you go – Mountenz

Four Months later

“(Y/N)?” Sicheng called for you when he walked into your home. He had a paper in hand he didn’t understand, it was a notice letting him know that you had removed your name from the deed of the house and put it under his name solely.

There was no answer so he assumed you weren’t home, maybe. He made his way down the hallways to feel uncomfortable. The walls were naked and painted over, it had no real detail of you. Walking you’re your room, he was met with just his clothes on the bed.

The dresser was empty, no perfumes or lotions on top, the drawers had nothing in them. The closet was empty except for the clothes that he had left there. Back in the living room, he noticed now that the walls were also naked.

Confused, he took a seat on the couch and decided to call you because none of this was making sense to him. He pulled out his phone and looked for your name, the other line didn’t even ring before it gave him the disconnected phone number message.

Sicheng felt something in the depths of his heart, a weird sense of brokenness. You had left and changed your number without letting him know. This all came to a surprise to him. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes again only to notice an envelope on the coffee table.

To Winnie.

With shaking hands and a heavy heart, he picked up the envelope and opened it. Suddenly, he remembered what you once had said to him as he unfolded the letter that was inside, “My heart was ripped out of my chest in cold blood and delivered at my fucking door in an envelope.”  

He began to wonder if that would be case for him too because at the end of the day, no matter how he saw it. This place was home, it was the first house he bought with the intention of it being home.

A home for you and him.

Dear Winnie,

By the time you read this, I should be long gone. I hope you understand that I had to leave, that I had to do it for My own wellbeing. This place, this house, it stopped feeling like home ever since I had to let you go. Your memory stopped running down the halls when you got married.

I couldn’t keep living here knowing that this is the Place where we promised each other forever. We thought this is where we were going to have our little family Winnie. To have and Raise kids here. Just you and me.

But that wasn’t the case, you stopped loving me long ago. Now you’re married and Excepting a child with someone else. Someone that I Guess wasn’t meant to be me. At least not at your side.  

Letting you go was and is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. There isn’t a day or Night that I don’t think of you, us and what we could have been and were. Leaving the place I called home broke my soul. Leaving you behind and moving on, broke my spirt.

Every night for the last year since you’ve been gone, I wished and prayed that it was All a terrible dream, a Nightmare. That you would come home and wake me up, that you were still at my side and that you loved me and only me.

But I never woke up from this nightmare.

There’s a good chance that you don’t know but the day of your wedding, I was there. That’s where I found out that Jin Ae is pregnant.

Watching you say your vows, put a hurt in my heart that I’ll never be able to explain. But your happiness means everything to me and I had never seen you as happy as you were when you said them.

That’s when I realized that loving you the way that I do, meant I had to set you free. I had to let you go so you could move on with your life and not worry about me anymore.

So before you walked down the aisle as husband and wife, I left. I gave you my last goodbye from afar and in silence knowing that I would never see you again. Which I guess is for the best for the both of us.

Thank you for everything, for all the beautiful memories that I will forever carry with me. Thank you for loving me the way you did.

Lastly, thank you for the last night you gave me. I missed the little things we did, like cuddle all day and watch movies together. Or how you made me laugh and how you made me feel alive.

That night meant more than you’ll ever understand and gave me more than you’ll ever know.

This is me letting you go fully and completely. Live a healthy and happy life Winnie, you deserve it. Make all your dreams come true with your wife and child to be. Take care of yourself.

Dong Sicheng, I love you more than life itself, more than my own. But now I have to live for other memories that are to come.

Love,

Forever your eternal princess

P.S

Don’t come looking for me, you won’t find me.

Sicheng wept into the letter, feeling the brokenness fully settle in his heart. He began to wonder if this is how you felt when he left, like everything you ever knew was ripped out from right under you. He felt his heart get crushed and the overwhelming burn that the tears left in his eyes.

There was nothing more that he wanted than to wake up from this nightmare now. He wanted things to be like they were before, he wanted you.

He wanted to hold you, love you and have you as his and no one else’s. It was you and it’s always been you. He doesn’t know how he could have left you like this. If he had just given himself the time to think a year and so ago, he’s almost sure this would have never happened.

It should be you that he was married too and having his child. 

If he looked a little closer at the letter, he’d see that you were also giving him a child and not just his wife.

Two Years Later.

The years went on and you never returned to the place you once called home. You haven’t seen or heard from Sicheng personally since the last time you saw him, his wedding day.

He made headlines every here and there, you never got to read about the birth of his child because you were going through your own. You and your baby were healthy as could be.

You had a boy, Jin Ae had a girl. Three days apart, your baby was born first.

There was no trace of you in the media, everything you ever had was deleted. You left without warning, no goodbyes and no acknowledgment of your pregnancy when you left home.

The most recent thing you heard about him from the media was, ‘Dong Sicheng and Jin Ae, agree to 50/50 custody of daughter, finalizing their divorce.’

That was maybe a month ago or so. The news came as a huge shocker to you but as much as you wanted to have the hope, there was no use. You still loved him and carried him in the depths of your soul but you couldn’t do that to yourself again.

You had a son to think about now. And that stopped you from putting a false hope on your life, you let him go. You desperately fought day in and day out for two years to let him go.

There was no one in your life, there was no point. You couldn’t love like you did before and you weren’t going to try. There was only one man in your heart and that will never change.  

You were in the kitchen making lunch for your baby boy and you, when the doorbell rang. You thought nothing of it and passed the living room to open in.

Your son sat on the floor watching one of his cartoons when the doorbell ringing a second time caught his attention, “Momma!” He shouted and ran as fast he could to you. You carried him in your arms and continued to the door.

When you opened the door, your eyes went wide and mouth hung open looking at the person standing there. They haven’t changed even one bit.

“Winnie.”

Two years later and that nickname still pulled at his heartstrings.

“Princess.”  

Just like that one pulled at yours.

Sicheng looked over at his son and smiled so big and bright, it was like the sun was smiling down on you again. He walked in and planted a kiss on your son’s forehead, “Hi little buddy.”

Your son smiled at him, “Daddy.” 

He smiled and giggled at his dad like he had seen him a million times before and not like this was the first time he was seeing him.

Sicheng brought his attention back to you for a moment and cupped your face. He held you so tenderly, rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks and looked you right in the eyes. His face was so close to yours, you felt his breath fan your face when he spoke.

“I need you to wake up now.”

Come wake me up

[angstyclowns]

Baby bear

Mentions of Poly relationships and graphic descriptions of child birth. Don’t like? Don’t read :D

Todobakudeku x oc; feel free to read this as a 'X reader’

“I swear to god, I’m gonna kill you all!” Adaliah screeched as she gripped the bed sheets to her hospital bed, another contraction ripping through her body like a crack of lightning. The exercise ball she was bouncing on was squeezed between her thighs as she shut her eyes in pain, tears crawling from the corners.

“Your doing phenomenal,beloved.” A calm voice soothed from behind her as a warm hand rubbed her swollen belly, a drastically colder one massaging her thigh as the owner helped the mother-to-be bounce.

It physically pained the alpha to see his omega in such pain, but it was unfortunately inevitable. They all knew it the moment she lept into their arms with happy tears in her eyes, a small stick in her hands. Given that each and everyone one of them were beyond excited to start a family with the beautiful omega. It was a dream come true- all three alphas as pro heroes, the omega being one too until she had to step down for obvious reasons. They got the girl, the job, the money, and now they’re getting their family. 

The hospital bed sheets were released as the contraction soothed over, the white haired omega sighing as she leaned further on the ball. Her own hand went to one on her stomach, their rings clinking as they lightly smacked against each other. The male turned his hand slightly, grabbing the smaller one and gently rubbing his thumb along the knuckles. He smiled softly as he felt her own ring, tracing the three intertwined hearts on it, each one of the three different colored gems (Red, blue and green) prodding his thumb as he crossed over it. 

It always fascinated just how different her ring was compared to the boys’. Theirs were simple gold bands, the only similarity being the three gems (Those one varying between the combos of red, blue, green and purple depending on the wearer). To be fair, though, the rings were more of an accessory than a show of their love, the three bond marks littered on her neck and collarbone were show enough.  It was uncanny really, how their bands were like themselves. The girl omega so much more different than her three alpha mates. 

“Huh, did you know that omegas’ have the ability to combine the DNA of their mates during intercourse to provide their mates with the most effective breeding? If any form of semen enters the omega during her heat, their body can store, and splice the perfect sperm to fertilize the egg.” Another male hummed from a bedside chair (He had been beside her until she snapped as another contraction hit her, demanding space), holding a book on omega pregnancies as his unoccupied hand played with his wedding band (blue, red and purple gems on it). 

“Great. So it will have your energy, Shoto’s wit and Katsuki’s attitude.” Adaliah groaned, the omega rolling her hips as she felt her child move further down the birth canal. 

“Aww, Liah.” The male on the chair stood up and set the book down all in one swift motion, reaching the girl with two quick steps. He pressed a quick peck to her temple as he knelt beside her. “That just means she’ll have your good looks.”

“And if it’s a boy, ‘Zuku?” 

Izuku chuckled, his green locks bouncing with his head. “I don’t think it will be a boy.” 

He didn’t get the chance to back away before Adaliah grabbed his hand tightly with her unoccupied hand, intertwining their fingers as her other hand clutched Shoto’s warm one that was previously on her stomach.  She let out another yell as she squirmed and shimied on her stupid excercise ball. 

“God damn it, get this thing out of me!” Adaliah all but screeched as she threw her head back in pain. The door to her room opened as the contraction eased, the squeezing slowly releasing as a click was heard. 

A warm hand brushed itself through her hair before the owner flopped onto the hospital bed the omega was leaning off of.  

“We’re trying, ‘Mega. Stupid fucking doctors don’t know what their doing.”  The blond on the bed growled, turning to lie on his stomach. “They said they're going to check on you in ten minutes.”

“Ughhh. What’s wrong with right now?!” 

“Nothing at all, sweet pea.” A sweet feminine voice echoed through the room, all eyes soon turning to the intruder. “If your hunks for mates can help ya onto the bed, we can see how far dilated you are.”  The red headed doctor smiled, walking over to where the omega’s chart was. 

The boys did as instructed, helping their heavily pregnant omega onto the bed, pulling her legs into the stirrups. Katsuki sat behind her, the girl settled between his legs and leaning on him, while the other took their places beside her.  “So, Mrs. Bakugou-Todoroki, it says here your contractions are five minutes apart and three hours ago you were 8 and a half centimeters. Correct?” 

Nods came from the males as the white-ette threw her head back with a groan, Katsuki nuzzling her scent gland as she did. Looking up, the doctor smiled softly at the sweat drenched Omega, the green haired alpha running a hand through her locks. 

“Then you should be close, lemme’ just check, ‘kay doll?”

Adaliah didn’t get a chance to respond before the doctor was doing what she needed to do. A small splash was heard as the doctor lightheartedly laughed. Oh dear god, that was her water wasn’t it?

“Good news! Your fully dilated and ready to push on your next contraction!” The doctor cheerfully exclaimed before taking off her gloves, snapping on a fresh pair. 

Katsuki was quick to shove Izuku out of the way, taking his place as Adaliah squeezed the two hands in her grip, a scream ripping through her throat. Her head was raised as she pushed, trying her hardest to get this done and over with. 

As the contraction died out, her head fell back, tears brimming her eyes. She shook her head side to side as a strange and uncomfortable feeling was felt within her lower regions, an unnaturally stretched feeling. It hurt. 

“I don’t want to do this anymore- I’m not ready. Let me go home, I’ll come back when I’m ready.” The white-ette whimpered as she felt another contraction come on. Her grip on the hands in her own tightened significantly as she yelled again, pulling herself up. A hand was on her stomach, rubbing with gentle circles as the boys all gave their own words of encouragement. Once again, the stretched feeling was back, only bigger and way worse. 

“Dear god, get this thing out of me!” Adaliah whined as she settled back down, trying to readjust herself as best she could.  Katsuki massaged her thighs for a sense of comfort, whining as a distressed chirp left his wife.

“One more push, ma’am. I gotta warn you though, this one’ll hurt quite a bit more.” The doctor muttered the last part, not that Adaliah could hear anyway- not with the blood rushing through her ears.  

The final contraction hit like a tidal wave, a blood curdling screech ringing out as Adaliah gave her final push, a new foreign feeling setting in, providing nothing but pure agony- no- pure torture. God there weren’t enough words in the English language to describe the pain she felt as her child went through the final stages of their birth. Dear god, she felt as if her skin was tearing strand by strand, atom by atom. 

The squeezing in her stomach and lower back soon started to cease just as the omega began relaxing her sore muscles, only for them to tense again as a shrill cry rang through the hospital room, the four new parents all looking up. 

“It’s a girl!” The doctor announced, holding a squirming little body in her hands, quickly looking to the only man not holding a hand. “Sir, would you like to cut the cord?”

Adaliah was certain that the smile on Izuku’s face would stick it was so big; the male quickly rushing to do so. While he was doing that a nurse helped deliver the afterbirth, giving her the opportunity to hold her child the moment she was ready. 

Which wasn’t long, since Izuku was back at her side, within minutes, as a nurse approached the bed. Her newly diapered child was placed on her chest, tears soon escaping Adaliah’s eyes as her and her new daughter made eye contact. Adaliah’s yellow eyes contrasting with her daughter’s two toned red and grey ones; a small tuft of minty green hair poked out of the small beanie, white strands intruding ever so often.

Kisses were pressed to the omega’s temple, but they barely registered, the only thing that actually did was the small baby. 

Her baby. 

Their baby. 

“Any name ideas?”

 Shoto smiled down, remembering the war it was just deciding on what it would start with- it didn’t help that they didn’t find out the gender beforehand; Izuku saying one thing only for Katsuki to contradict that with his own idea, the other alpha only occasionally pitching something. It wasn’t until Adaliah, who was very heavily pregnant and very over said pregnancy, said something.. 

“Emi.” 

“What?”

“Emi. I like the name Emi. 

“You like the name Emi?” 

“And I’m the one carrying it, so if it’s a girl, I want to name her Emi.”

“I… Actually like that name.”

“Then it’s settled.” 

---

For the time being, Emi was a relatively quiet child. She had yet to full on cry, giving nothing but the occasional whine or squeak, which was both a blessing and a curse, since her parents could never really tell when something was wrong. Whether or not she was hungry, needed to be burped or changed, rocked- anything, it was all just a big guessing game. 

A game they were playing right now. 

Shoto furrowed a brow as he rocked his newborn, trying to ease her small whimpers, her small hands flailing ever so slightly. He could only pace so far, since they were still in the hospital room. They needed at least a day for Adaliah to recover, somewhere where the doctors could monitor her and Emi constantly, just in case something went wrong.

Katsuki sat on the hospital bed next to Adaliah, running his hands through her hair as she leaned onto him, groaning if she moved to much. Izuku was down in the lobby, waiting for a couple of their friends who wanted to see the newest bundle of joy. 

“Are you sure you're feeling okay?” Katsuki whispered, watching as the omega rubbed her thighs in pain. 

“I’ll be fine, they’re just tense.”  

He hummed before watching her reach out for her baby, who was still whimpering in Shoto’s arms. Emi was gently passed over, instantly quelling her whines as the two females nuzzled into each other.  

The two males watched in awe and silence up until the door to their hospital room opened. Izuku stepped in first, followed by a pair of girls and another male. One of the girls, the brunette, ran up to Adaliah with her arms outstretched, careful of the baby in her arms. The two laughed as they seperated. 

“Good to see you, too, Ochako.”  

The brunette, Ochako, only smiled brighter, bringing a hand to gently pat the newborn’s head.  “She looks a lot like Katsuki.” 

“See! I’m not the only one who sees it!” Adaliah cheered as she handed Emi over to Ochako, who cooed as she rocked. Said male only huffing before pulling Adaliah in closer.

“I can see a bit of Izuku there too.” The last alpha, Tenya, spoke up, leaning over his brunette mate, one of his fingers held in front of the babe. 

“She has Shoto’s nose.” Tsu, the other female, muttered sparing Emi a glance before walking over to Adaliah. The two hugged with the same amount of excitement as before, two large gift bags being plopped in her lap as soon as they separated. 

“We figured you needed some stuff.” Tsu shrugged, watching as Adaliah slapped Katsuki’s hand away from the larger bag. 

She passed him the smaller one, allowing him to rip the tissue paper inside, tearing out the gifts inside. He barely even got a single second to look at the onsies he pulled out before his omega was ripping them from his grip.

“Izuku! It’s a Deku onesie!” Adaliah was damn near in tears as she held up the teal onesie, that did indeed resemble her husband’s hero outfit. “And Shoto, there’s one for you too- And a Ground Zero one!” 

Now she was crying, holding them close to her chest as she wept , wiping away her tears.

Passing Emi to Tsu, with the absolute care, Ochako quickly rushed Adaliah to open the other bag, sitting beside her on the bed- ignoring the growl from Katsuki.

“Wait, before you open- you are planning on breastfeeding, right?” Ochako questioned, holding out a hand. The other omega nodded, quickly going back to opening the present when Ochako pulled her hand away.

There were all sorts of things like magazines, lotions, socks, a new cup, a Boba wrap, little snack packs of chocolate and so much more, including-

“Is this a breastfeeding blanket?” Adaliah giggled, holding the package. Ochako nodded excitedly, watching as Adaliah toyed with the soft fabric. 

“The hell is that?” Katsuki growled, snatching the same package. 

“It’s to help cover myself when I feed Emi in public.” 

Another huff. 

“Thank you so much-”

“That’s not all!” 

The new parents looked to each other before boxes were handed to each of them. They were small white boxes with a light pink ribbon tied on top, which was quickly discarded as they each opened their gifts. Inside each box, was a small, silver bracelet, a medallion hanging from the middle. 

Adaliah’s read ‘Mama Bear’ while the males’ all read ‘Papa bear’. 

Thanks were spewed out from each of the new parents, each giving their own hug to their visitors- yes, even Katsuki (It’s his new-dad-emotions, shut up). The visit was coming to an end, and while they all said their goodbyes, they all knew that they would be seeing each other again very soon. There were baby cuddles to be had after all!

It was as midnight was crawling around, Katsuki and Shoto fast asleep while Izuku stayed up with Adaliah, who was feeding Emi, that it caught their eye. 

A final small box left on the bench, which Izuku quickly grabbed before coming back to sit with Adaliah. He opened it slowly, allowing Adaliah to look into the box with him. This time, two things sat inside. A small chain necklace and a beanie, each with the same thing inscribed on them. 

‘Baby Bear’

[in-tua-deep]

 Masterlist of AUs

okay i’m never putting anything under a read more ever again bc i deleted this whole ass thing and now i’m redoing it so forget me worrying about it being long af it’s what it is my friends

me, scrolling back through my blog: where tf are all my aus smh

(this is why i need them all in one place)

so without further ago, here we go (the title brings you to the tag on my blog, the numbers bring you the posts for that au): 

short stay au - Five jumps forward into the apocalypse and gets stuck, but not for forty-five years. No, in fact, Five is only stuck for one year before he figures out how to get home. Which means the Hargreeves get a lap full of traumatized teenage boy with no idea who the Commission agents trying to kill them are (one)

dolores is the universe au - Dolores isn’t just a mannequin, she’s actually the concept of the universe. The only reason Five can hear her is because overuse of his powers has given him enough exposure to the rift between world that she can reach him. But how to explain this to the siblings who think he’s just traumatized? (one, two, three)

immortal au - The first time Five died, he didn’t know it. The second time was harder to explain. The third and the fourth... well. In the apocalypse, Five figures out that he can’t die, which would be fine except every time he dies he resets himself to thirteen. Puberty? Again? Everyone is more than a little concerned about Five’s lack of concern over his welfare, but hey he’ll start caring again when he’s got further to fall okay? (one)

imaginary friend au - When Five was little, he had an imaginary friend named Dolores. He had that imaginary friend for far longer than he should have, to the point where Reginald intervened. And so they all remember this when Five pops back up toting around a mannequin and calling her Dolores, the only difference is Five has stopped giving a single fuck what old Reggie had to say and he isn’t giving up his friend again so easily (one)

instant arrival au - When Five jumps forward, he doesn’t jump into the apocalypse. Instead, he jumps straight into his father’s funeral. He sort of treats it as a weird vacation until he finds out Ben is dead and tries to return, and finds out he can’t. Now his siblings have to deal with a thirteen-year-old brother who saves the day by just being himself (one, two, three)

barking mad au - Vanya’s apocalypse was more targeted and only killed the humans. Five jumps into the apocalypse and instead of being alone, he’s adopted by the feral packs and colonies that have cropped up. He learns to bark and purr and growl and hiss to communicate, finding friends and family where humanity is gone. Of course, this makes returning to said humanity more than a little bit tricky. It’s not his fault his siblings are dense and don’t understand body language, ugh. (one, two, three)

pushed au - Instead of forbidding time travel, Reginald encourages it. He pushes Five to try it, and so when Five vanishes it’s Reginald’s fault. Written off as no great loss, the siblings realize how disposable they are. Who of them will be the next Five? Trust broken, they don’t stick around to find out and run away. When Five returns, it’s to a very different family who has learned how to depend on one another and protect each other. Together, they figure out how to stop the apocalypse (one)

memory mishap au - The siblings take Five’s hands and jump back in time, and it works! They’re thirteen again! Except for the fact that Five had managed to forget everything that happened since the day he decided to jump forward in time the first time. It’s the others turn to protect him as they run away. Five tries to get his memories back, but is that really what’s best? (one, two)

ghost five au - Five doesn’t leave. He stays, and when that one fateful day happens where one of them is slated to die, Five decides to bite the bullet and take Ben’s place. Even knowing Klaus’s powers, he wasn’t really expecting to wake up as a ghost. He somehow unites the family through the power of being irritating and getting Klaus involved. (one) 

broken five au - Reginald puts his foot down once and for all about time travel, by threatening Vanya’s life if Five puts another toe out of line. Five, fully believing his father capable of getting rid of the ‘useless’ child, shuts down. When his siblings find out what broke Five, they all decide to run away for their own safety as much as Vanya’s. They end up adopted by a woman happily living in the woods in her cabin who wasn’t expecting to adopt seven children but here she is and she certainly isn’t returning them to Reginald so. Seven kids it is. (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven)

run nanny run au - Look the nannies aren’t blind. They know Reginald doesn’t care about the kids and is looking at them like they’re weapons and not people, so it really shouldn’t be as surprising as it is that they decide to just take the kids and run one day. They are going to give these seven toddlers normal childhoods if it kills them, even if they have to dodge Reginald and the law as they do so. And no one forces Vanya to eat oatmeal like damn (one)

travel forward au - Instead of taking them back, Five miscalculates. It shouldn’t be unexpected, seeing as Five has never taken passengers before. But he manages to slingshot them directly into the future - into the apocalypse. The family gets a first hand look at how Five lived for forty years and gain a better understanding of their brother as he frantically works to get them all out again before they starve to death. (one, two)

daemon au - a crossover with the His Dark Materials universe by Philip Pullman, the Umbrella Academy live in a world where their souls walk beside them in the form of animals made of a material called dust. Of course, with these guys it can never be that simple. Ben’s daemon didn’t vanish upon his death and hangs out with Klaus, Luther and Diego’s daemons are always fighting, Allison’s is lazy and disagrees with her constantly, there’s something off about Vanya’s, and Five’s hasn’t settled yet. It’s certainly a bit of a mad house. (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, art)

plush companion au - Dolores wasn’t the only friend Five made in the apocalypse. A terrified and grieving child, he built himself a city out of statues and mannequins and stuffed animals. He built himself an entire world in his own imagination to keep himself from crumbling to insanity. Of course, his siblings have a few question after their brother turns back up and suddenly there’s toys turning up in the manor? (one)

atla au - a crossover with Avatar: The Last Airbender, aka all the kids are benders. In a universe where the Xth avatar is foretold to bring about the end of the world, Reginald manages to get his hands on seven children born whose mother’s hadn’t been pregnant when the day began. Apparently he’s training them to defeat this eventual evil avatar, but little do they know that said avatar is among them and tricked into believing she’s a nonbender (one, two)

suppression au - Reginald doesn’t just use his power suppression drugs on Vanya, he uses them as punishment on the others. They learn that their powers can be taken away on a whim and as punishment, and they’re forced to adapt. Five teaches Vanya the skills he learns to cope without powers, because without them they’re on the same level of competency. Vanya realizes just because she’s ordinary she isn’t useless. A more confident and competent Vanya results, and it changes the future for the better (one)

pianist five au - Vanya isn’t the only child who picks up an instrument. Five learns how to play the decorative piano in the mansion so that he can accompany Vanya’s practice. It becomes more than a hobby. In the end, when words can’t get through to the White Violin, it’s perhaps only music that can soothe the savage beast. (one)

artist klaus au - Klaus was a good artist as a child before Reginald deemed art as being ‘childish’ and forbid it. He forgets until he does some art therapy in rehab, and reignites his passion. He steals notebooks and art supplies and does drawings and caricatures for a quick buck on the streets. When the apocalypse is stopped, he also introduces art therapy to his siblings. It’s just soft tbh (one, two)

out of time au - Five doesn’t jump to eight days before the apocalypse, he jumps to the day of. He has to figure things out and figure them FAST. As such, he’s much more open to delegation and includes Vanya in this because lord knows he’s aware she’s more sensible than half his siblings. And if Vanya and Leonard argue when she wants to look after her brother that she only just got back well, if the apocalypse was prevented by this rift then it’s probably for the best (one) 

how i met your mother au - The Hargreeves jump back in time, but way back to before they were even born. They find their birth mothers, and get to learn exactly who they were, and it’s a little alarming to find out that they’re all people. The kids built them up in their heads as the monsters who gave them up, but they’re just people with hopes and dreams and fears, capable of mistakes and who had to make a choice on the worst day of their lives. (one)

responsible luther au - Five only spends a year in the apocalypse before jumping back and is relieved to find he has four years to stop the apocalypse. Except, Reginald decides that Five isn’t getting out of his hands again and restrains him. The last child left in the house, Luther, has a choice to make. And he makes it. He chooses Five, and absconds with him from the house. Luther tries to help a deeply traumatized Five recover, while also dealing with his reunited family and Reginald teaming up with the Commission to kidnap Five back. To be honest he should have only expected a mess when all the Hargreeves come together (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve)

in the trenches au - Just because Vanya is ‘powerless’ doesn’t mean useless. After all, Klaus doesn’t exactly have a combat based power. So Vanya was included, she was part of the Umbrella Academy, she went on the missions and killed and got hurt and risked her life alongside everyone else. Which means that she isn’t dismissed, she isn’t excluded. She’s as much a part of this as they all are, and that changes everything (one)

post apocalypse au - Just things I think the Hagreeves should get up to in a world where they have to deal with the fact that the world isn’t going to end and they actually have to inhabit it. They decide to try and live instead of whatever they’ve been doing for twenty-nine years, figuring out what they like and don’t like as they go where they were never really allowed to before (one)

late addition au - on one fateful day, forty-three women gave birth despite not beginning the day pregnant. Forty-three women produced forty-four children, and that one extra wasn’t exactly supposed to be there. Indeed, unhappy with the apocalypse plans, the Universe slipped her own child next to another as an almost sleeper agent of sorts. Five grew up with his mother’s voice in his ear, the knowledge that he wasn’t like the others, and a mission to take out the true cause of the apocalypse: the Commission. (one, two)

double trouble au - They stop the apocalypse, but that’s not the end of it because a few days after it all ends Five shows up. Except Five is already there. This is a younger Five who time traveled, except there’s no apocalypse to meet him now. Baby Five manages to convince his elder counterpart to see how long it takes the rest of the siblings to cotton onto the fact that there are two of them, and it’s downright alarming how long it actually takes (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight)

pride and prejudice au - The Hargreeves have returned to Netherfield to figure out the estate after their father’s death. Airheaded Klaus falls head over heels for local soldier Dave Katz, much to the chagrin of over-protective and pig-headed brother Diego. Fortunately, Dave has the fearsome and wonderful Eudora Patch at his side as his best friend. And his little sister, Dolores, is best friends with Five Hargreeves? And for reasons unknown, the Handler is back and sniffing around. (one, two, three, four, five, six)

poster child au - Klaus is a little bit more accurate with that fire extinguisher and Five drops through into the courtyard with a bloody nose and the beginning of a frankly impressive black eye. It’s looking like the poster child for child abuse that Five goes to griddy’s, and Agnes isn’t leaving this abused child alone out front, right? So she witnesses everything and ends up taking Five under her wing and rolling with the whole ‘stop the apocalypse’ train. Along the way she adopts six more children adults, falls in love with an assassin, and saves the world (one)

mechanical boy au - Five and Grace have always been close, in their own way. Away from prying eyes, with careful sentences and unsaid words. Allies in survival against a man who doesn’t care if they live or die. An exploration of a Five who takes more of an interest in his mother, and more in subterfuge. (one, two, three)

ben saves the day au - Instead of Ben dying, it was Klaus. Without his two favorite brothers, Ben drifts away from the family. He leaves when he hits 18 and doesn’t look back. He builds himself a life, gets a job, learns to live. And then of course he’s tossed back into drama central when Reggie kicks the bucket. On the bright side, Ben got one of his favorite brothers back. On the other hand, it appears that Ben got the entire family’s brain cells in the divorce. (one, two, three)

robot five au - Five is just like any of the other Hargreeves, except of course for the fact that he shares more in common with their mother than the other squishier members of the family. It’s a difficult existence, trying to be yourself when even just having free will is too much to ask. But a little trip to the apocalypse and back and Five is done with all this human bullshit and would like very much for people to stop trying to kill his family, thank you. If the others can accept Grace as their mother then on god they will accept Five as their brother. (one, two)

the commission boy au - The Boy was the only success in a series of failures regarding experiments with Number Five’s DNA, or at least the samples left behind after his rather explosive exit. Growing up trained to be the perfect assassin, the Boy eventually discovers the Commission’s dirty laundry. Mainly, the existence of Five. Assuming that Five is another successful experiment and his ‘brother’, the Boy betrays the Commission and embarks on a journey to discover who his family are, and more importantly, who he is. (one, two, three, four, five, six)

hogwarts au - When Five is ten, a woman comes to the house and talks about magic. Reginald tosses her out, but Five follows her and tells her with wide innocent eyes that their father bought them and is planning to expose their ‘powers’ to the world. The magical community can’t have that, and all seven children are bundled up and placed at Hogwarts. They still have their powers, which don’t seem to be linked to their magic in any way, but they’re not about to tell any of the adults that. (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven)

changeling au - When 43 children were born around the world, they became a curiosity that got the attention of a powerful member of the fae, The Handler. Changelings are traditional, so she sent off a minion to swap one of the children with her own - except something goes wrong. The switch isn’t made. One woman assumes she had twins, and gives both of them to Reginald Hargreeves. Five grows up with rules. Lies burn like coal on his tongue, he is bound to his word, and he knows the true power of names. The Handler isn’t willing to let sleeping dogs lie. (one, two, three)

timeboy au - When Five is young, he finds a blue box in an alley that feels like home. He finds a friend, the TARDIS finds family. She finds him again, over and over through the years. Five grows up with the TARDIS’s voice humming in his head, blue glowing on his hands. He asks her to teach him to time travel, and she does. But when he jumps - time screams. It’s wrong. It’s time for a team up between Five and Team TARDIS to fix the timeline, prevent the apocalypse, and learn some important life lessons along the way. (one, two, ao3)

supernatural au - In another world, 43 children appeared out of thin air. In this world, Reginald is a collector. Of what, you might ask? Well just look in his library. Reginald Hargreeves is one of the world’s foremost expects on supernatural and mythical creatures. Why, just look at his children. (one)

pokemon au - Blessed by legendaries, the Umbrella Academy aren’t entirely human. They look human enough, but humans can’t learn pokemon moves. Humans don’t have a type. Reginald wriggles through a loophole, and gets custody of seven legendary children, though of course there are only six on a traditional team. Sorry Vanya. (one)

gym leader au - the Hargreeves are certainly a power family since they were trained from infancy to be the best trainers they can be. Of course, being gym leaders means they’re in the middle of all the weird and wacky shit that happens. Don’t mention the celebi incident that resulted in the dragon gym leader looking like a teenager, for the love of god. (one)

unviable au - Time travel doesn’t work. It needs a conduit. Taking all of time into something as fallible as a human heart... Five gets to the apocalypse, and he doesn’t immediately realize that he can’t touch things any more. He can’t interact with the world. He figures he got stuck in a pocket dimension of some sort, and eventually manages to travel back in time - except the only people who can see him are Klaus and Ben. They tell him that he’s dead, a ghost, but that’s not going to stop him from saving his family and, maybe, the world. (one, two, three)

prophet five au - Five’s time powers are a little different than canon. When he dreams, he sees the future. A possible future. He spends most of his childhood tweaking and prodding at the world to make sure his family is safe, terrified of being discovered. And then he starts dreaming of the apocalypse, of a life he hasn’t lived, and he decides to change the world. But he needs a little help. That’s where Vanya comes in. (one)

delayed au - when forty-three children were born, one mother looked Reginald Hargreeves in the eyes and said, no thank you. She would raise her child herself, thanks. Except her son turns five-years-old, and he’s not safe. He teleports, and he gets lost, and - she turns to the academy in desperation. Five knows about the outside world. Knows that he was loved. Reginald is full of shit, and Five tries his best to save the world. (one)

tog/tua crossover - Five dies in the apocalypse and starts dreaming of other people. Andy has been confused about the immortal child she’s dreamed about on and off for eons. Nile joins the team and with the power of google search, they set off to find the mystery child immortal. Five, on the other hand, would just like to stop the apocalypse and maybe take down the commission thank-you-very-much. (one, two, three)

rebel vanya au - Vanya’s meds suppressed her powers, but her emotions were fine. Vanya grew up loud, grew up sneaking out and acting out because the only attention she could wrench from Reginald was negative attention. With anger in her heart, a friendship with her favorite two brothers based on bashing their father, and girlfriend Helen Cho that was maybe an enemies to lovers orchestra au. When Five pops back up, Vanya isn’t going to let anything get in the way or her and her girlfriend’s concert, so obviously they have to stop the apocalypse. Right? (one)

the red book au - Five finds several things in the apocalypse. He finds an eye, he finds Vanya’s book, and he finds Reginald’s notebook. Five finds out about his sister’s powers when he’s just a teenager, and grows up knowing about them. This... changes some things, when he hops back in time to save everyone. (one, two)

five meets susan au - Susan Pevensie is an old woman now, but that’s okay, because Five is old as well where it matters. They’ve both lived through loss and love and heartache, both know what it’s like to be too old to be so young and too young to be so old. They both know what it’s like to be lost in a world so different from the one they knew before. They both know what it’s like to be left alone. But that’s okay, because Five needed someone who understands him and Susan is the closest thing he’s got. (one, two, three)

oneshots - Just little oneshots, usually within the scope of vague canon or post-stopping the apocalypse times where I write about just family bonding and conversation I would like to see happen in canon. Usually about the siblings bonding and occur on a whim. (one)

[omgrachwrites]

Schooled (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC

Summary: After the passing of Ava’s father she starts acting out which drives her right into the arms of one gorgeous Professor Barnes.

Warnings: fluff, angst, suggestive themes, swearing, main characters are 20+

Words: 2269

A/N: So, this is very very loosely based on an old fic that I wrote on my old blog so I thought I’d revamp it a bit lot! I’m gonna be tagging the people that were tagged in the original version of this so I hope you guys don’t mind! Also, sorry that they haven’t met in this first part, they meet in the next part, I promise! Please let me know if you would like to be tagged and let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx

Part One - the beginning

It was a beautiful late summer’s day, the birds were chirping and the leaves were starting to turn that burnt orange colour just in time for fall. Everything seemed right with the world, but Ava’s world had seemed to crash and burn and there had been noting she could have done to halt the plan that fate had set in motion. She was a firm believer in everything happening for a reason but why did it have to be her dad? Although his send-off was a nice one, just like he deserved but she still hadn’t been ready to say goodbye to him.

Ava sighed at her reflection in her mirror before making her way downstairs, as she walked into the living room her little sister Morgan looked up from her drawing and gasped, “you look like a princess!”

Ava smiled and smoothed her fingers through her newly dyed blonde hair, “we can both be princesses together then,” she grinned, Morgan giggled and went back to her drawing, she didn’t fully understand what was going on.

Ava looked over at her stepmom who gave her a sad smile, “every time I looked in the mirror I saw him. I needed to make a change,” Ava explained, fiddling with the ends of her hair.

Without a word Pepper pulled her into a huge hug, after a moment she said, “you don’t have to explain, you look beautiful and I’m so glad your back in New York.”

Ava smiled as they pulled away from each other, “dad would have wanted us all to be together, besides I’m definitely not a Californian girl, some of those girls were horrible,” she chuckled, she was so excited to be attending NYU with her old friends and she was even more excited to be staying in the dorms, “and, there was a clear reason why my dad got full custody of me when he and my mom got divorced,” she said, rolling her eyes making Pepper laugh.

“So,” she continued, pouring herself a cup of tea, adding a touch of cinnamon and ginger to it, “which of dad’s things need sorting through? I want to help,” she added as it looked like Pepper was about to argue.

Pepper sighed and nodded, “Rhodey is sorting through the lab, there’s so much shit in there that he’ll probably need a hand.”

Ava nodded and made her way back out of the room and towards the lab, ruffling Morgan’s hair as she went. As she walked into the lab she smirked as she saw Rhodey’s head stuffed into a tall storage box, muffled swearing was coming from the inside of it. She giggled and leaned against the doorway of the lab as Rhodey wrenched his head out of the box, spilling packaging peanuts everywhere.

“Need a hand Uncle Rhodey?” she giggled behind her hand as Rhodey grimaced, brushing peanuts off of his clothes.

“I’d be grateful for the help kiddo,” he nodded, “nice hair by the way.”

Pepper was right, the lab was just full of shit – Tony really had been a hoarder – he probably had never used any of the stuff they found. They found loads of interesting stuff though like an old newspaper article about Ava’s grandfather from the 40’s. Rhodey and Ava had a good old laugh about the photographs they found from Tony’s old college days. Ava unearthed an old jersey that had to be the softest material that she’d ever felt and it somehow still smelled like Tony. She made a mental note to take it off to college with her.

She was sorting through her dad’s desk when she came across a memory stick along with a cutting from a newspaper article.

“Rhodey…” Ava asked slowly, “what’s this?” she asked, upon further inspection she saw that there was a note attached to the back that read, ‘for Ava.’

Rhodey chewed his lip and walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder, “you should watch it, your dad would have wanted you to.”

Ava nodded without a word and she quickly set up the laptop to plug the memory stick into. Straight away she saw a younger Tony Stark sitting on a couch; he looked up at the camera, flashing that signature grin. Ava felt tears brewing in her eyes.

“Hey kid, you’re actually having your first nap of the day right now, I can’t believe that you’re a week old already. I wanted to make this video for you to watch after I’m gone which will hopefully not be for a long time. So, if you’re watching this I’m dead, I’m hoping that I had a good run,” he chuckled, “just wanted to tell you kid that no matter where you choose to go or what you choose to do I will always be the proudest of you. You will always be the best thing that happened to me. Whenever you feel sad or alone just watch this video and know that I’m with you till the end. I love you baby girl,” with those final words Tony flipped the camera off.

“You alright kiddo?” Rhodey asked, Ava sniffled and nodded, wiping her tears away, unplugging the memory stick and slipping it into her back pocket.

“I’m fine, I just didn’t know he had it in him to be so serious that’s all,” she chuckled, trying to make light of the situation. She looked further through the desk and picked up the newspaper cutting that she’d seen earlier. Ava frowned as she read the title, ‘Tony and Natalie Stark welcome miracle baby, Avaline.’

There they were right on the front page and in her dad’s arms pink and tiny, with jet black hair was her, “why was I a miracle baby Uncle Rhodey?” she asked and Rhodey smiled weakly.

“Your mom was told by the doctors that there was only about a 20% chance that she’d be able to get pregnant. When you were born without a hitch your dad swore that it was a miracle and he rushed to announce it to the world.”

“Oh,” Ava lamely finished, blinking back tears as an awkward silence settled in the lab, “I should um start packing for Greece, I leave on Friday and I haven’t even started yet.”

“Okay,” Rhodey nodded understandingly, “I’ll see you later.”

Ava nodded and smiled, thanking god that Rhodey was so understanding, “bye Uncle Rhodey,” she escaped to her room and sighed, she hadn’t exactly lied to get away from the awkward situation. She really did need to pack for Greece. She was so not organised.

About an hour into packing she huffed, feeling extremely bored and started scrolling through her phone. She noticed that her friend Wanda had put a message on the group chat that they had with their other friend MJ.

“Hey ladies! Are we all ready for Greece?! I’m actually so excited; we all deserve the sun, the sea and some excellent food if you ask me! Just got an email from college administration saying that the dorms are co-ed this year! We could be rooming with some hot guys! Ava, you chose the right time to enroll in NYU darling, I wish it was under better circumstances though! Ciao for now xxx”

Ava giggled as she read the message; Wanda had just split up with her boyfriend so it would be great for her if she got roomed with a cute guy. In fact, it’d probably be great for Ava too. It was in that moment that she was determined to stop moping around and make a fresh new start. It was what her dad would have wanted for her. She placed the newspaper cutting about her birth on her desk so she’d remember to pack it for college; she kissed her fingers before touching her dad’s photograph.

“Miss you dad.”

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Bucky smirked and laid back on the bed, resting his arms behind his head as Natasha walked out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel against her damp red hair. She was so beautiful; she was everything that Bucky had ever dreamed of. Nat looked at Bucky and saw the look on his face and his lust filled eyes.

She rolled her eyes at him playfully, “what are you smirking at gorgeous?” she asked, a smirk to match Bucky’s spread across her face.

“You,” he said simply, “come here,” he chewed his lip, almost whining and Nat huffed with a grin.

“No,” she giggled, backing away from both him and the bed, “you’re gonna get me all dirty again,” she casually flicked her wet her hair over one shoulder and fluttered her eyelashes, knowing what it did to him.

Bucky pouted like a moody teenager, sticking his plump bottom lip out and giving her his best puppy dog eyes, “but we can get clean together again,”

Nat giggled and relented, getting back into the bed with him again, leaning over him to kiss his lips, “god, you are actually beautiful,” Bucky flushed scarlet at her words and tried his best to play it off like it was nothing and he tried to act like her words had no effect whatsoever on him.

“Bucky Barnes, are you blushing?” she teased, nudging his shoulder, making Bucky flush an even deeper colour.

“No!” he said completely unconvincingly, trying to hide his bright red face in the pillow, “leave me alone,” he grumbled, making Nat laugh.

They both heard the distinct sound of a car door slamming and footsteps walking up the gravel path. It didn’t really bother Bucky that much because Nat had told him in the past that she had a roommate. Nat on the other hand, jumped up instantly and padded over to the bay window, discreetly peering out of it as she checked her watch.

“Fuck, shit! Oh my god! Bucky you need to go, like right now!” she spoke frantically, pushing her hair off of her forehead.

Bucky frowned; he couldn’t see why she was so worried, “why? I really want to meet your roommate.”

“Bucky, jesus! I don’t have a roommate, it’s my boyfriend!” he didn’t have time to be so shocked because Nat was urging him to get out of the bed and get dressed. She had to be joking.

“I can’t believe that you didn’t tell me that you’ve got a boyfriend!” he hissed as he pulled his jeans on, “we’ve been sleeping together for months!”

“Never mind that now! Out the window!” she whispered and Bucky’s eyes almost bugged out of his head.

“Out the window?!” he repeated, making sure that he’d heard her right, he was so pissed off beyond belief.

“Yes!” Nat whisper shouted, obviously getting impatient which Bucky thought was rich, “do you want to get beaten up? If you do then by all means stay!” she hissed, flinging his shirt at him.

“For fucks sake!” Bucky grumbled as he climbed out of the window and almost literally shimmied down the drainpipe, “I’m getting far too old for this.”

Steve and Sam both started over the table at Bucky with identical dumbfounded looks on their faces as Bucky finished his crazy story, “I know right,” he chuckled – he could see the humour in it now – as he took a sip of his beer.

“God, I haven’t climbed out of a window since our own college days,” Sam chuckled, shaking his head at Bucky, “and you’re doing it as an actual adult,” he slapped his knee as he laughed about it, obviously finding it really hilarious. Bucky glared at his friend, his pride was still hurting days after climbing out of that window.

“Where the hell do you go to meet these crazy women?” Steve asked, half in awe and half in astonishment.

“Crazy but hot Stevie, that’s the best thing,” Bucky smirked as Steve rolled his eyes and Sam looked kind of proud, “just in bars and stuff man, the usual places where you’d go to meet women,” Bucky shrugged, draining the last of his beer.

“Yeah, well I don’t think that’s working out great for you is it Buck?” Sam chuckled.

“I agree with Sam Bucky and I seriously think that you need to take a holiday or something,” Steve muttered as he got up and went to get the next round of beers.

Bucky shuddered, he couldn’t think of anything worse, he loved going on holiday – like most people but he was terrified of flying. He was bad enough when he was with other people, never mind flying on his own. He hated that it was one of his biggest fears, he really needed to conquer it but it was easier said than done. Sam watched his friend, knowing that he was worried. When Bucky realised that Sam was looking at him he laughed Steve’s comment off casually.

“Is he crazy? Going on an airplane on my own? No thanks.”

“He’s right man; you seriously need a break before you start your new job. And, it would help you forget about what happened last year.”

Bucky’s blood ran cold at Sam’s words, “mate, please do me a favour and don’t talk to me about last year. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay, okay,” Sam relented, holding his hands up, “but if you figure that you do want to talk about it then I’m here for you.”

“Thanks man,” Bucky grinned, clinking his empty bottle against Sam’s, thanking for his best friends.

Maybe Steve was right, maybe he needed to let himself go a little bit more. He was looking forward to what the future had in store for him.

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A Book of Thoughts

Summary: Reader finds Arthur’s journal and gets curious.

The sun shone brightly through the blinds of your bedroom window, dust spiraling through the beams of light that had been stirred up. You were in the beginning of tidying up your room, tossing clothes into the laundry basket before moving over to the bed.

You’d woken up not too long ago, making a plan to clean the house after breakfast before heading out for a nice lunch afterwards. Arthur was in the shower, and though it was tempting to join, the slight mess in your room prompted you otherwise.

Grabbing the comforter, you flicked it. The fabric awkwardly flourished as something heavy hit the floor. You blinked and looked down, recognizing the worn leather binding of Arthur’s journal. It’d fallen open on a random page.

Without a second glance, you grabbed it. Normally Arthur would have put it in his nightstand. You wondered if he was writing in it before breakfast. You glanced at the open page, noting a rough sketch of a woodland creature along with some writing.

Closing it, you turned to place it onto the nightstand. Though in the back of your mind your curiosity piqued, wondering what else was contained in this pages. Some of his entries weren’t a secret to you, as you’ve read some of them in game prior to his arrival.

Yet, you wondered how he would react if he found you invading his privacy, or if he cared at all. He wasn’t shy about keeping it a secret, yet he never offered to let you read either.

Glancing at the bathroom door from your spot, you wondered how much time you’d had. Arthur had only gotten in a few minutes ago, and he never took too long.

Taking a deep breath, you finally sat down and opened the journal, letting it sit on your lap. The pages smelled faintly musty, with a hint of pine and tobacco. Like him.

You recognized the page immediately, a drawing of Blackwater. You flipped through the pages gingerly, your eyes glossing over familiar entries and sketches. You marveled at how well he was able to draw, his handwriting so gorgeous when yours could be chicken scratch in comparison.

A full page had caught your attention when your name jumped out at you.

I don’t know what happened to me. Don’t know where I am or how I got here. Must’ve blacked out somehow. Last thing I remember was being in Saint Denis, and now I’m in this strange house.

Ah, that day.

I was trying to find my way out when a woman came out from one of the rooms. She seemed as confused as I was. Told me I was in a place I ain’t even heard of before. She even told me the year, 2019. I thought I had to be dreaming.

You couldn’t help but to giggle to yourself, remembering how exactly Arthur had reacted back then. You turned to read another entry.

Been a few days since arriving in this strange future. Can’t made head nor tail of it. I miss my family, but I don’t know how to get back. Y/N has been kind enough to let me stay at her house, and her cat has taken a liking to me. She’s been showing me how her contraptions work. The telly-vision is my favorite, who knew you could record performances and watch them whenever you wanted?

On the page following was a drawing of Artemis, curled up contently. You turned the page again.

Guess I’m starting to adjust to this place now. No telling when or how I’ll get back to my time, but Y/N’s hospitality is endless. Can’t say I mind staying here for the time being. No worries about Pinkertons or the O’Driscolls lurking around every corner. Food is readily available, and a personal bathroom too.

You flipped through a couple of more pages, which were just sketches. A view of your car from the living room. Your backyard. Random electronics from around your home. You paused when you came across one of yourself, relaxing on the couch and gazing out your patio doors. You never realized he’d drawn you then.

With another excerpt found, you began to read again.

Y/N’s patience with me is confusing. I don’t know how she isn’t tired of me by now, but she insists that I’m not a bother at all. She’s gone most of the day, off to do her job. She trusts me alone here, even though she asked me not to go outside. Not sure what would happen if I do anyway, she’s worried I might cause trouble. What could I possibly do in this future world? I keep myself busy, but I’m starting to get bored…

The next one had really caught your attention.

Something happened, something I never expected to experience again. I laid with her yesterday. Wasn’t expecting it honestly. I’ve always avoided sharing myself with another woman in such a way after Eliza. Y/N is a different woman entirely, beautiful in every way.

Your cheeks burned with a blush that crept up your face.

Didn’t think I would think of her that way, not until she kissed me. Everything about her…was wonderful. It is wonderful. She took me without hesitation. Made me feel in a way I’d never felt before.

We’re sweet on each other now, sleeping in the same bed and all. I never did imagine myself as the type to settle down, guess that’s why no one else wanted to have me, not even Mary. Though I can’t live like I did, running out robbing folk, so I have no choice. If I ever do go back to my life, I would sure miss Y/N.

You continued through, glancing quickly at some more entries. The first time you took him out, his first club experience, and of course, the day he found out the truth about himself. It carried through to his diagnosis, and the process of him taking his medications. You were thankful the sickness had long since cleared up by now, but you couldn’t say the same for his virtual counterpart. Neither of you had touched the game in a while now.

You were beginning to lose track of time, reading through everything. There were a few more drawings of you, ones that you were both aware and not aware he was drawing. He certainly was sneaky about his artwork, not that you minded. Another entry had piqued your interest.

I think I’ve fallen completely for her. That woman has been nothing but kind and loving toward me. All those times we’ve laid together, every time she kisses me, holds me, smiles at me when she wakes up every morning. I keep thinking she’ll change her mind, that she don’t want an old, ugly man like me. But she says otherwise. Her words make me feel good, though I still can’t say why she wants to be with me. Either way, I think I love her…

Your heart fluttered.

Y/N was worried she was with child, even though she once told me she was on sort of birthing control. She took a strange test, turns out she wasn’t pregnant at all. I know it’s a different time now, but I got lost in my memories of Eliza and Isaac. I told her about them, my worries and all. She was more understanding than I thought she would be. She also told me she wouldn’t mind having a child with me…she told me why, still can’t believe it…I told her I loved her after it all. And she feels the same way.

The reminiscence of that day nearly choked you up. The raw emotion exchanged between him and you was powerful, electrifying. Sometimes you had to wonder if you had been pregnant, what would have changed? Taking a deep breath, you turned to another page.

It’s been a while since I got here, and I think I’ve made a life here. I ain’t fully adjusted to everything, but I got a handle on most things now. I even got a job, one that reminds me of my old life. I’ll always miss my old life, and I think it’s certain that I won’t return at this point. But if it meant waking up next to Y/N for the rest of my life, so be it. It’s the first time in a long time that I feel truly happy. Maybe one day, we’ll take things further.

Your finger toyed with the edge of the next page, ready to turn when you heard the bathroom door open. Your heart leapt to your throat as you hurriedly shut the journal, quickly placing it on the nightstand just as Arthur stepped into the bedroom.

Hair dripping and him donned in only a towel, he looked at you and smiled. It didn’t seem like he knew what you were doing, though you gave him a smile in return and tried not to look guilty.

“Hey you.” you greeted him.

“Hey sweetheart,” he turned to grab some fresh clothes from the dresser. The towel dropped from around his waist, granting you a sight you’d never tire of. “Still cleanin’?”

You’d almost forgotten, your head still swimming with what you’d just read. Arthur was such a poet in his own way, a sweet and soft man hidden behind a tough exterior. You stood up and closed the space between you both, wrapping your arms around his thick torso. He paused in surprise, turning to face you. “Y/N, you okay sweetheart?”

His skin was warm and damp against you, cheek pressed against his chest. You peered up at him with a warm smile. “Nothing, Arthur. I just love you so much.”

His gaze softened, raising his hand to smooth your hair momentarily before gently taking your chin. He pulled you in for a tender kiss, which you met halfway. “I love you too.” He murmured against your lips.